The moment I stepped off the plane after a writer’s conference, my youngest son Jeremy greeted me and cried out, “Poster paper, Mama! I need poster paper. We’re having a 36 at school.” Being a housewife and writer, I felt like no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep up with the needs of my 37 . Back at home, Jeremy kept reminding me of the poster paper, but I just couldn’t 38 a minute for it. Gradually though, he began to speak more 39 , almost 40 he were talking to himself. Maybe he’ll just forget it, I thought hopefully. So I put Jeremy’s request at the 41 of my long list of things to do. My third day home I managed to take fifteen minutes to type an article when a small 42 fell across my paper. I knew who it would be before I 43 . Jeremy stood quietly watching me. Oh, Lord, please don’t let him say it again. I knew what he wanted but I needed to 44 . I smiled 45 at Jeremy and kept typing. He 46 for a few more minutes, then turned and