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Laura's avatar

Oh, Lucy. I feel this so much. I joked when my son was a baby that he was teaching us gibberish faster than we could teach him English. He has pronounced instead as "in-steed" for a while now, i.e. "no water, I want milk INSTEEEEED" and recently he corrected me to the standard pronunciation when I said "insteed." The possibility of this guy being a new kiddo around every corner keeps me guessing but what a valuable hope to carry through hard days.

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Stacey Curran's avatar

Saw Justin Bieber twice for my kid. First time, I had to squeeze her in my arms, as she trembled and sobbed. She felt like human go gurt, her bones seemingly gone, a floppy human form. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t talk. She was motionless, but also quivering. We were in the cheap seats, and I was convinced she’d lurch forward and fall to the bottom of the Boston Garden, and evaporate.

The second time, within in that same year, as Biebs emerged on stage, she only shook briefly. She behaved like a normal, excited concert goer. Expecting another night of Bieber fever, I was surprised. Her Justin fever had broken.

It is more than a decade later, and JB’s pricey concert swag we bought that night, is boxed in the attic. She told me to throw it out. But I won’t. All my Justin knowledge fading, I know I still remember more about him than her now.

And she forgets who she was then, but I remember that too.

Isn’t it crazy to see?

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