A budding artist

I’m sure I wasn’t happy when Rachel became a wall artist. She was 18 months old at the time. In this column from 1984 I didn’t sound so upset, but I’m sure I wasn’t happy.

Listen today how I felt, or at least what I wrote that day.

Often I was frustrated at happenings in those days. It always meant more work for me, but today it’s just a great memory.

At least the kids always gave me something to write about.

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