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Come Out of Your Hiding Place

Come Out of Your Hiding Place

My daughter eats crayons. She is a crayon eater. In the past, it has been just a nibble here, or a bite there. This time, I came out of my son’s nursery to discover her hiding under her toddler-sized table, crayon wrappers littered about.

“Why are you hiding?”

“Because I did something bad.”