Brining back memories of my childhood and the big sister I adored.
A water dog dressed in a princess costume? You don’t say.
When it comes to games involving the alphabet, pity the participant who is in his sixties and can’t remember what comes after the letter C.
My team of “sister wives” is wide and deep and doesn’t get enough public praise for their contribution.
Really? Does she really have to do this? Letters and numbers are so overrated.
The founding fathers are nodding in so much approval right now.
Just your average healthy snack that is in no way getting anywhere near a piece of clothing that I hold dear.
I could decorate her room with bottles of Pepto-Bismol and she’d be perfectly happy.
Puppy purse picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A bittersweet milestone, one that is tearing me up as much as it is confusing for her.