When quality “me” time goes horribly wrong at the hands of religious children’s songs.
I cooked and they ate and a swarm of pigs flew over the house.
Oh no, here I go again. Won’t someone please stop me?
I like to give Leta some down time before practicing piano, homework, and fixing me a hot dog.
Here’s one of those things they neglect to tell you when you take your baby home from the hospital…
On Friday Leta came up to the office while I was working, sat down in the empty chair next to my desk and asked, “Mom, do you know what a Magic 8 Ball is?”