• We’re All Deformed

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    “Your arms are different.”

    My five-year-old daughter, Liz, said this to my three-year-old son, Matt, recently.

    Matt put his arms up together, compared them, then gave me a quizzical look like, Dad, is she right?

    I gave an answer straight from the textbook, “We’re all different.  Everyone is beautiful in their own way.”

    “But you’re not beautiful, Daddy,” Liz said.

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