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Close to His Heart

We had just finished pushing Thomas the Train down the track to meet up with his red friend James, and read the last few pages of Curious George Gets a Medal. It was time to get our coats on and head home for nap time, crossing my fingers he didn't fall asleep in the car. I pulled his blueberry hat over his ears to bear the Massachusetts winter chill, and guided his little arms into the royal blue marshmallow puff coat I thought would be so warm. Yet, now, the coat was an object of regret because what two year old wouldn't scream in opposition to being bound like a mummy, unable to move.  I wasn't sure if it was the coat or not wanting to leave, but the wailing began. 
   Feet stomping, throwing himself on the floor kicking, he screamed, “No, Mommy, I don't want to go home!No, no, no!" 
   I tried counting to ten. I tried calmly explaining it was time. I tried bribing him with a cookie. He was 2, his will was not going to give in to mine. I wanted to hide unde…
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