This year, the Elf was going to eat another elf.

This year, the Elf was going to eat another elf.
One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
Samurai Baby holds the sponges…for now.
My kid is financially crushing it.
It’s offensive, but not offensive, but incredibly offensive, but innocent.
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.
Life is about finding your home team.
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