During the week, my oldest child gets up and fixes his own breakfast, so my breakfast responsibility is simply for two littles. My middle kiddo would survive on graham crackers and milk (the graham crackers crushed in the milk and eaten as cereal) daily and the not-so-little baby of the family would eat cheese sticks [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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