Leta takes piano lessons every Thursday night, and her teacher lives far enough across the city that the most economical use of my time after I drop her off is to run errands. Or sit in the car outside and throw pennies at squirrels. Don’t worry! My aim is terrible. Last week I had Marlo [...]
Don’t look at us, dude. You better iron your good pants because she’s about to invite you to her tea party.
Last Saturday morning Leta returned from a sleepover with a friend having gotten very little actual sleep. Cami had driven up to hang out with us, and we were all sitting at the kitchen table talking about the fun Leta had with her friend overnight as she finished up a cinnamon bagel. “Mom,” she said [...]