I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.

I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.
I want her to believe that she’s the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
I started to piece the puzzle together and that’s when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.