We bought a new house, and like any woman, I was excited to personally select all the furniture pieces for all the rooms, bit by bit. Dining room was not first priority, but pretty high up on the list. One Sunday, I packed my three year old and eight year old into the car and went shopping for the perfect dining table sets. My heart pounded as we entered the warehouse. I already new what I wanted. I could picture it perfect. I tried to stroll leisurely through the tables and chairs, but it was difficult. Finally, I spotted the one. I ran my fingers along the dark finish, glowing inside and out. And then, my dream world crashed. “Mommy, Danny’s lost!” Woops. I’d forgotten the kids entirely.
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