Spiderman. Ninja. Sniper. Army soldier. Navy SEAL. When Andrew was small, he was constantly dressing up and telling me that he wanted to be these different people. I remember begging him to take off the costume-of-the-week—or month— just so I could wash it. I’d be cooking and see a flash go by as a “ninja”…

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Andrew walked by, quickly perused his lunch, and smashed the baggie of tortilla chips. “What in the heck are you doing?” I yelled. “Those are for your lunch! Why would you do that?”Andrew rolled his blue eyes, calmly looked at me, and said, “I like them in little pieces. I don’t like them all big…

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