Act I, sc i Early morning, near soccer fields. My husband, 12-year old son and I are walking through a parking lot toward the fields. 12 year old is looking at his phone talking to me about the weather in the region. Husband: Son, stop talking to your mother. I can see her zapping the testosterone right out of you.   When my children were babies, they looked exactly like my husband. It was a fact readily

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