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When my middle child was about 5 years old, I found his name awkwardly scratched into the surface of my mahogany storage chest. “M-A-T-T”. Right there for all the world to see.

When I confronted the little culprit, he was silent. After a moment, he raised his tear-filled eyes to me and said, “Mommy, I’m trying to tell a lie, but I can’t think of anything.”