I try to make the world a magical place for Annie. That’s something my parents did for me when I was a kid, and I can still remember what it was like to think there really might be an elf hiding behind the tree in our backyard, or that I could make a baseball player…

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You know those mobster movies where everyone is worried about wires or bugs, so they whisper all their conversations while running the vacuum or standing in the shower? That’s kind of how our life is now because we have something much worse than a bug listening in…we have Annie! Heather and I used to be…

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Tonight Annie came up to me carrying a magazine, placed it on my lap, and pointed to the open page. “I like her face, Dada!” I looked down and did a double take. This is the what she was pointing to: That’s right. Annie was pointing to an ad for antidepressant medication. “Uh,” I stammered….

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There have been many times over the last year or so when I’ve told Annie things like, “No, it’s too expensive” or “Sorry, I don’t have any cash.” That was silly, of course, because toddlers don’t know how the heck money works. Recently, though, Annie has started to understand. Annie’s piggy bank has helped, as…

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