Originally published in May 2006.
Last night, my son and I were sitting at the dining room table eatingKlondike bars.
Tell me all of your secrets that you have never told me before, he says. Then he takes a big bite of ice cream filling.
There are so many secrets of my adult life that I keep from him. He's only 4. I can't think of anything I want to share with him at the moment.
Then, with his mouth half-full, he says: Like, are you really the Tickle Monster?
Last night, my son and I were sitting at the dining room table eating
Tell me all of your secrets that you have never told me before, he says. Then he takes a big bite of ice cream filling.
There are so many secrets of my adult life that I keep from him. He's only 4. I can't think of anything I want to share with him at the moment.
Then, with his mouth half-full, he says: Like, are you really the Tickle Monster?
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