But, what about fair...?

It's 3:15 a.m. and my 3-year-old has just crawled into bed with me. He tells me he's had a bad dream as he nestles his head full of curls onto my shoulder. I listen to him fall back asleep and any normal person would fall soundly back asleep, too. But, not I. My brain goes down a rabbit trail of thoughts. First thought is: "don't forget to finalize that last item for The Mama Box." Next thought is about getting the next box prepared to ship down to Haiti. I have a call with a friend later this week about...