On the occasion of her eleventh birthday.
Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Blame it on Mercury.
A mini-McKenzie for all the Boones who dare read this website.
There’s got to be a support group for parents whose children are addicted to this game.
Seriously, what were filmmakers in the Eighties thinking when producing puberty education videos?
It’s fine. I baby proofed that table with some turpentine.
My little baby Bobo, innocent and perfect in every possible way.
On behalf of all her classmates who probably whittled down seven pencils each trying to figure out that math problem.
Just one of the many items in her impressive arsenal.
One tiny exchange that exemplifies what it is like to live with this kid.