Love Isn’t a Body Part

Today at breakfast, my son Felix sat in his booster seat at the dining room table, mixing banana yogurt into a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats. “I love my hands,” he marveled, holding up his spoon, and admiring his chubby fist. He turned to his big brother. “What’s your favorite body part, Milo?” Milo, age eight, … Continue reading Love Isn’t a Body Part