The Daughter
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My mother's lover had a

giant schlong

   One day...
my daughter, as young children are prone to do, puts my parental philosophies to the test. I, who vowed never to trifle with my child's creativity, am faced with this: a scurrilous and libelous (because untrue) attribution of a person no longer in our lives. I, who also believe children should be allowed to speak their minds, find it difficult sometimes when mine speaks hers.