I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
You don’t have to decide anything right now.”
He looked relieved, then confused again.
“Does this mean I have two birthdays?”
Lauren laughed softly.
“No, sweetheart.
Still just one.”
“Two Christmas presents?”
“That’s a separate negotiation,” I told him.