I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE WITH MY GRANDDAUGHTER—UNTIL THAT DAY AT THE TACo PLACE

No matter how much I wanted to babysit, my daughter Mira claimed I wasn’t “modern parent material.” No argument. Sadists made car seats like riddles. Baby bottles had innovative venting. Diaper bags resembled military backpacks with concealed pockets. Everything about childrearing today seemed like I needed a guidebook to hold the infant.

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