Emily and David Facetime us from the west coast just before we get ready for bed, and I'm surprised, for a moment, to see the sunlight glowing on the back wall of their kitchen. I haven't spoken to anybody but Katie all day, so I'm very grateful for the conversation, and we chat as their toddler eats blueberries with a distracted air.
Periodically, for what seems like no reason, the toddler will cry about something, only to forget what she's upset about a few moments later, and David explains, "She's just learned to throw a tantrum, but she doesn't quite know how to use them yet."
"It's like being around someone who doesn't know how to use a weapon," he continues, "so occasionally everybody just gets sprayed with fire."
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