(Story told by Shari Hanson) My mother was baby-sitting my son, Dirk, at her house one day. When I stopped to pick him up, Mom told me that Dirk had followed her into the bedroom as she put some things away in the closet. “Grandma,” he asked, “what room is this?” “This is a closet, Dirk,” she explained. “We don’t have a room like this in our house,” he said. “Of course you do,” she insisted. “You have lots of closets at your home.” When again he
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