What was it about afternoons that they lasted an entire week?
The day was over and the afternoon began with a bang. Literally.
Deena gripped the stirring wheel as Miri shrieked, “She broke my head!”
Deena inhaled. A three-year-old banging a water bottle wouldn’t break any heads, but if this was how the afternoon was going to look, soon her own head would split in two.
Count to ten. Thank You, Hashem. Sing the positivity song.
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