It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
My boy is happy. He expresses it every day.
The only thing you can really say is “bless you”.
It had little do with the content of the tale. It was all about the delivery.
“I get it. You’re upset because you have the hot dad.”
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
They expect the delicate laptop sent back in that Pandora’s Box of a backpack every morning
One tiny giggle kept these three alive for over a decade and counting.
The kids are tired, the air is cold, and we’re way too far away from our starting point.
Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.