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I couldn’t believe it, I had done

everything I could think of, outside of

enclosing my whole yard inside a

building. I was just about to consider

artificial turf when I had a revelation.

In all my frustration, I walked out,

and there was my four-year-old. She

had two handfuls of snowy white, very

ripe, dandelions. She would walk

around the yard, and then she would

whirl around like a ballerina and watch

the vivacious little seeds swirl into the

lawn all around her. When all the

seeds were gone from the stems, she

would throw them down and walk out

across the neighbor’s field, bring back

some more, and do it again and again.

Trying to be the tactful father I am

supposed to be, I swallowed the

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