Fix It
Jonah brought me a toy brush. "Can you fix my hair?"
"Sure," I said. I swiped the brush across his head a few times. "There you go."
"Did you fix it?"
"Yep."
He touched his head. "You fixed it! It's not broken!"
Family, art, books, faith, cookies, bills... Everything in its place. I hope.
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