This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
I guess the house ate them.
It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose
The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.
You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.