This season of illness is so not fucking around.
Just because she can’t balance anything on her head doesn’t mean she’s completely useless.
This season has not been kind to my child in terms of illness, but she has so much content to pull from for her eventual award-winning collection of poetry.
I’d actually encourage her to take this up over the violin any day of the week.
Before you judge me, remember that the other one I raised was deconstructing Shakespeare at her age and negotiating peace treaties between warring nations.
Glad tidings of great joy Coco brings to her ailing sheep.
Sharing my bed with the other kid this week.
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.
You could make the argument that it’s ironic that I’m starting a tradition around the mission of fighting hunger when both of my kids don’t like to eat. And you’d be right.