I was a persistent child. How persistent? Let’s just say that several times during my childhood my father wished, “May you have a child just like you.”
Well, I did. Two of them.
On a Monday in early January 2004 my daughter Fiona came home from preschool and demanded to know when we were going to Disney World. Several of her friends had gone during the December break, so when were we going? My husband Dan and I just smiled and said we did not know.