The second I say, “My kid isn’t a runner,” is the second he runs into the Atlantic Ocean.
The second I say, “My kid isn’t a runner,” is the second he runs into the Atlantic Ocean.
My kid is financially crushing it.
From sushi to Skittles, my kid loves it all.
Under-promise and overdeliver.
“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
I don’t impose. I don’t assume. I ask if I don’t know.
From a rebel without a cause to the father on a Nick Jr. sitcom…
There’s no shame in the things that make us who we are.
It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
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