
My 5-Year-Old Son Asked Me If We Could Visit ‘Daddy’s Other Kids’ Again
The Day My Five-Year-Old Dropped a Bomb—And How It Changed Everything It was just an ordinary Tuesday. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and my five-year-old son, Tim, was bouncing out of kindergarten like a tiny tornado of energy. His face was smeared with glitter glue, and he proudly waved a floppy paper plate turtle in my face. “Look, Mommy!” he shouted, grinning like he’d just invented the wheel. I crouched down to his level, pretending to inspect his masterpiece. “Whoa! Is that a ninja turtle?” He giggled,