An Old Dog, Uncle Jesse's Papouli, and Cremation: Ruining a Child's Life In One Brief Conversation

I have often said Grace is basically me trapped in my husband's body. I don't even have to see her face to know she is tearing up at the end of Despicable Me when Gru reads "One Big Unicorn," because I am misty as well. And that predictably cued sentimental music has definitely pulled at her heartstrings during my children's current obsession with binge-watching Full House. Even when the torments of puberty and adolescence are over, I have a feeling her sensitivity will remain.

Then again, as we saw on a recent trip to the Missouri Botanical Garden, sensitive things are pretty amazing.

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