Last week was the third consecutive book of the week with which school sent my son home to practice reading and the family it’s about is black.
I liked cooking meat over coals outside on the patio barbeque for the taste and the smoky flavor and of course less kitchen mess.
Little scientists my ass! Left alone for a few minutes and they managed to do this.
I unload Amelia from her car seat, gather her snack and water cups, and zip them away in the diaper bag. I place her sunglasses on her face and ask, “Who’s ready for a fun day at the zoo?”
“Fortunately we got to her in time, you know, before the blaze could spread,” Jessica said.
For how many more years will you host the birthday pool party with the pizza and the cake from the grocery store . . .
When I grow up, I want to be Frankenstein . . .
When my twins were two years old I had steamy droplets of perspiration dripping out of every pore in my body. . . .