BreeThe little girl across the kitchen table was crying because I had cut her sandwich into triangles instead of squares.I stared at her, then at the sandwich, trying to figure out exactly where I had gone wrong because, as far as I was concerned, I had followed her mother's instructions to the letter. I had used the good bread, removed the crust because apparently children under six considered crust a personal attack, spread the peanut butter evenly, added precisely two spoonfuls of strawberry jam, and even remembered not to let the two touch the edge of the bread.And since I was feeling extra creative, I had made the terrible mistake of cutting the sandwich diagonally.“You've ruined it,” Emily sobbed.I looked at the sandwich again.“It is still a sandwich, Emily.”“It doesn't look like Mommy makes it.”I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Your mother has ruined you.”Her crying stopped for a moment as she stared at me in confusion.I smiled.“I'm joking. Your mother is lovel
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