My mother-in-law, Kayla, and I had one of the worst arguments we’d had in years.
She stood in my kitchen with her purse over one shoulder.
She was looking at me like I had made some reckless decision.
Instead, I enrolled my six-year-old in a good school.
« You still have time to change your mind about the school, » she said.
« Ethan starts school tomorrow. Nothing is changing about that. »
« He can still start school tomorrow, but a different one. »
« I should find another school overnight? »
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