All I want to do is spoil him, but I have to do what’s best for him.
It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
I’m writing our life as a thriller in my brain, but it’s really more of a Disney Plus series.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
We spent 20 minutes engrossed in this book he had ignored for years.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.