He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
He’s both the easiest kid to shop for and the hardest kid to shop for.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
He smiles big and I can see that he knows it’s special. He knows it’s for him.
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”