A smile is worth a thousand pictures.
“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
He’s always showing me that he is processing things in his own way.
I don’t impose. I don’t assume. I ask if I don’t know.
The day that I let him whine his way into eating a dog treat is the day that I give up.
Spoiler alert – I have no ending planned.
He deserves it, whether it’s at the end of a monumental weekend or not.
I’d rather be nowhere else than right here and right now.
From a rebel without a cause to the father on a Nick Jr. sitcom…
This issue springs up every few years.