Cousin Camp, Day Three of shunning the laundry detergent. Here’s how we’re doing: My sister and I once upon three years ago traded maternity clothes. For a couple of months,…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
“I poop on your head.” This statement, followed by eruptions of unmanly giggles, issues forth from a boy’s mouth. We call the boy Buddy, because, well, he is. He’s the…
A discussion takes place: “What’s my nickname?” “We call you Itty Bitty.” It’s a name that fits my pint-sized niece with the fairy-wing voice. She’s had the nickname since she…
The day was supposed to end in a cousin sleepover: Sleeping bags, drooly pillows, tangled feet, snarled hair, open mouths ushering in and out child snores, and fun. Lots and…
By the end of the day, one little boy was fast asleep with a puddle of drool soaking into his monkey car pillow. Two little girls were giggling over the…
We welcomed a mud monster into the shower last night. When one has a child who has discovered the miraculous marriage of water + garden dirt, one does not allow…