“EB not know how to fix this bracelet.” It’s today’s tempest in a teapot. A flimsy plastic purple bracelet (“Hey mom. This EB’s fav-0-rite color.”) has had the audacity to…
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His fingers. My nose. Her self. Aaaarrrrgh. I can’t do it. I can’t limit myself to just six words. See? Here I am rambling on, belaboring you with the curse…
“You look just like your mom!” I’ve heard it time and again beginning way back in those teenage years when the ugly duckling stage of the tweens began to molt…
Child misbehaving (read: messy puddle of muscle, bone, and tiny, whiny voice) in middle of mall? PAUSE. Masticated clump of cumin-lime grilled steak taco launched from a spoon-turned-trebuchet? PAUSE. Damp,…
Dear Little Friend, I was in fourth grade, sitting in the front-ish, second-ish row of class when Mrs. Bower walked over to the water fountain. The room was quiet…long division…
If you: A) are a mom, B) know a mom, or C) have a mom, then I have some books for you. (If you don’t see yourself fitting in one…