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It’s a bracingly cold day in early January and I am waiting for my son, Nūh, to wake up from his nap so that I can give him his birthday present. He has turned one, and for many months I have been trying to find ways to unleash his creativity without simultaneously unleashing havoc on our home. I recently observed him emptying out my husband’s pencil case and with total fascination remove long, thin pieces of wood and ...
