Not at all what she meant

A Candorville cartoon, and a memory of my father

When I was four , my big brother and I were bickering a lot and competing for attention, so my parents decided to take turns spending time with just me, and with just Steven, alone. One Saturday,

my dad would take me someplace without my brother, and the next week I’d go with my mom.

My dad would almost always take me to the dinosaur park (I’m not sure w…