“Where did momma go?” asks our three-year-old foster kid. “She went to visit her friend,” I say. “She’ll be back later.” “Why?” “Because she wants to come back. She would miss us.” “Why?” “Because she loves us.” “Why?” “Because she does.” “Why?” “Um. Let’s practice not talking.” “Why?” **sigh**
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