I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.
So far Leta has caught four fish, and Marlo has almost dumped the bait into the lake twice that number.
“California here we come, right back where we started from. Pedal to the floor. Thinkin’ of the roar.”
Whenever my mother talks about how tenacious Marlo can be I say, “That apple didn’t fall far from her grandmother.”
Grandparents are the absolute worst, I tell you. Awful people, that lot.
Oh really? A mommyblog? Is that what this is?
On the occasion of her eleventh birthday.
Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Blame it on Mercury.
Seriously, what were filmmakers in the Eighties thinking when producing puberty education videos?
On behalf of all her classmates who probably whittled down seven pencils each trying to figure out that math problem.