Saturday when we went into the grocery store as a family, I was carrying one-year-old Elisabeth in my arms. I think she must have been in a silly or sleepy mood or maybe both. Suddenly, she covered her face with her hands as we walked down the crowded dairy aisle.
Oh, so you’re embarrassed to be seen with me! I joked with her.
Already it happens. I thought I had at least a few more years to go until this…
