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I meet child number three tomorrow. 8:00 am. This is a meeting three years in the making. I think it may have been the right choice.. to wait this long... I don't feel nervous at all. Dread I have plenty of... but not nervousness. The older two opted out of the Auto Show. The youngest wants to go. When asked if I could come with, he said, "Sure". I have no idea what to expect. I don't know if I will be ignored or tolerated or if he will question me to death. Chuck says he likes to talk. A lot. Maybe if I just nod my head and make appreciative noises once in a while it will work out. I need to head for bed soon. Train comes at 8:30.