The dreaded year
About two months after Leta turned three years old (during one of her epic, inimitable body-throwing tantrums) I remember thinking that I would rather have my vagina sewn shut than have another kid. Is that too gross? Over the line? If I stop right there and don’t mention balls or anal glands will you forgive [...]
The nerve
Chuck was trying to sunbathe when Coco realized she hadn’t been an asshole in the last thirty seconds.
In her eyes
This is the essence of Marlo… disheveled hair, round cheeks, eyes that redefine the color blue. My little butternut.
