We were sitting together having breakfast on a Saturday morning. My friend Ann* and I have a thing for breakfast. We’ll spend hours chatting over coffee and pancakes as our kids battle with action figures or fiddle in coloring books. Her son is five years older than my daughter, but they still manage to play together really well. I’m sure it’s just out of habit. Suddenly, Ann’s son Jake* just lays his head down in his mother’s lap and falls asleep.

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