But the next night, the rubber bands were there again.
And the night after that.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
“Grandma,” I asked, “why do you keep putting rubber bands around the door handles?”
She smiled.
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But the next night, the rubber bands were there again.
And the night after that.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
“Grandma,” I asked, “why do you keep putting rubber bands around the door handles?”
She smiled.
My sister, now 33, is a single mom to three energetic kids, each with their own unique personality. I love them dearly, and since…