“Parenting, Barbershop-style” by Nkosi Ife Bandele
First of all, lemme say that Big Ted’s my man. He always gives me a tight cut, and he’s cool, you know, funny. Got that educated-like slang. (Apparently he did a lot of reading in the joint . . .)
First of all, lemme say that Big Ted’s my man. He always gives me a tight cut, and he’s cool, you know, funny. Got that educated-like slang. (Apparently he did a lot of reading in the joint . . .)
The Paci Pirate covets pacifiers. Binkies. Numnums . . . what have you.
When my youngest son is one year old, he poops out a rock.
As soon as my wife told me that our little girl was being bullied at school, I was ready to go off the deep end.
At three and a half, my son’s diet consists of only brown, white, and yellow foods.
The urge has risen several times to completely flip out at my daughter, who has repeatedly proven the Terrible Twos is an actual phenomenon.
Say you signed up for an acrobat class for your six-year-old…
1. Enter filled-to-capacity, shade-deprived, concrete recreational area…