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Over pancakes and Power Rangers

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When my son was just a little guy, he and I would go out to breakfast on Wednesdays after his sister left for school. The neighborhood diner was known for its spectacular pancakes and its cranky waitress. We called her “Krabby Patty” (the name of a popular hamburger on SpongeBob).  Sometimes, after Krabby Patty scribbled our order and sulked away, we would take a break from our usual conversation about Tonka trucks and Power Rangers, and wonder instead what would cause a person to be so routinely unhappy. At five years old my son already was learning that happiness is a choice. It’s a lesson that too many adults still haven’t figured out.  

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