Next thing you know I’m going to be creating figures out of pipe cleaners and googly eyes, and you just wait until I get my hands on a bottle of glitter.
If you’re missing a bear I know where it’s spending its nights.
“Swimming’s cool here, but this place is not like home. I miss those nice fresh pillowcases.”
Leta and I are crying as I type this, and Marlo is trying to see if she can fit her head inside a bucket.
The final moments of our morning at home before I drop her off at third grade.
A little screen time before she practices her concerto.
Staving off boredom one bullet point at a time.
A pro tip if your kid gets as monumentally bored as mine does.
A public apology to my siblings who will flash an evil, knowing grin when they read this.
In which my kids swap personalities for a photograph.