No more emails. If you want something from me you must approach me slowly and calmly with a piece of apple or carrot in your palm with your fingers flat and extended so I do not bite them
My 10 y/o daughter loves tennis. We were volleying some balls when she stopped to proclaim, “This is my happy place,” and just as I welled up a bit, she said, “so is eating a sandwich.” A girl’s gotta have priorities.