It began as a completely normal, quiet evening in our suburban home, the kind of peaceful night where the chaos of the day finally settles into a warm, predictable routine. My husband and I were sitting in the living room, winding down while our two and a half year old daughter played with her blocks on the rug nearby. Her baby brother was already fast asleep in his crib, and the house felt exceptionally cozy. On a whim, guided by the idle curiosity that often prompts parents to ask their toddlers funny questions, I leaned down and asked her a…
It began as a completely normal, quiet evening in our suburban home, the kind of peaceful night where the chaos of the day finally settles into a warm, predictable routine. My husband and I were sitting in the living room, winding down while our two and a half year old daughter played with her blocks on the rug nearby. Her baby brother was already fast asleep in his crib, and the house felt exceptionally cozy. On a whim, guided by the idle curiosity that often prompts parents to ask their toddlers funny questions, I leaned down and asked her a simple, innocent question: How many people live in our house?
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