When Marlo asks what she was like at five years old I’ll pull up this post and say, “This is a small but very accurate sample.”
Historical facts do not matter when trying to distract a five-year-old from the knowledge that we are not yet at our destination.
I am giving you permission to discipline my children unless your approach to discipline is none whatsoever.
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.
In this week’s edition: Tinder profiles recreated, photos of modern-day Dandies, some of the brilliant writing and acting on “Parks and Recreation,” and the dog costume to beat all dog costumes.
There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.
Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.
When someone describes the culture here as “sometimes a little weird” this should help explain that a bit.
Here I am talking about farts and I am not happy about it. Not one bit.