“Fix it Daddy!”
My, then, 5 year-old daughter came running up to me, with tears running down her chubby little cheeks. In her trembling, stubby fingers were the remnants of a clay cup she had made and painted for me in her kindergarten “art class.”
No matter how hard I tried to calm her, to tell her it would be ok, she cried all the harder. I sat down at the kitchen table, put down some newspaper, and laid the shards and chunks out before me. With some superglue, a brush, and a magnifying glass, I spent several hours poring over the pieces trying to restore the little clay cup.
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