The Two Refrigerator Solution
Before Bill and I formed our stepfamily, he and his kids were terrified of my refrigerator.
Venturing into my refrigerator was like embarking on a wildlife safari, Bill liked to say; the fridge was organized much like a jungle after a monsoon rain. And it was full of many yet-undiscovered species of foods.
“Why can’t I find any chocolate or milk in here?” he asked, peeking into my fridge, which was packed with soy milk and almond cheese.
Bill liked to say that my refrigerator was a symbol for the many differences between our families. My nine-year-old son, Travis, and I are free-wheeling types who pour much energy into playing sports and eating healthy foods. Bill and his kids, five-year-old Chris and nine-year-old Emily, are well-organized planners who prefer hot dogs and candy and love movies and shopping. Because of these differences, Bill’s kids often worried out loud about the consequences of uniting his family with mine.
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