By Tom Farrey

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

It's noontime in smalltown Connecticut as Kellen, my 1-year-old, awakens from his nap. The shades are drawn, the room dark, the air purifier on a low hum, as I slowly push open the door. He's sitting up in his crib, one hand holding his favorite blue blanket, the other rubbing blue eyes that blink back the hall light. Next to him is the music-box pillow that had sung him to sleep, to the ting-ting-ting of "Here Comes Peter Cottontail." "Hi, kicker boy," I say, using his nickname du jour, so ...

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