I am going out today and buying her fingerless gloves, jelly bracelets and an Atari.
It is time for a crash course in Duran Duran, Prince, Bananarama, Culture Club and Eurythmics.
Would you have a look at this, those of you who have been reading me since she was born.
A two-week crash course in vision charts, phoropters, lenses and frames, and perhaps a gentle nudge to get your kids’ eyes tested.
The verdict is in, and the photographer who took these can feel confident in his skill.
“You know what else I’ve also learned about cancer? It’s stealth. It is a stealth disease. It is so under wraps that it has invaded you before you even have a clue.”
When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
I cannot wait to have her join me in a spin class, nearly puke and then feel the rush of endorphins afterward.
I am giving you permission to discipline my children unless your approach to discipline is none whatsoever.