I spent a lot of time on the floor this weekend playing Hot Wheels with my grandkids. It brought back some memories… When I was a kid, I was a snooper. At Christmastime, I would check the closets, under the beds, and even in the garage for gifts. At eight years old, I would put my detective skills to work. My adversary? My mom. She was a pro at hiding things. One Christmas, I learned that snooping could backfire, and I have since come t...
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