Loving him “because he’s mine” is just one part of the much bigger equation and dismissive of a bigger point.
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
Feeding him corn or peas by the spoonful myself is actually pretty easy. It would take all of five minutes. But, I shouldn’t.
They expect the delicate laptop sent back in that Pandora’s Box of a backpack every morning
He knows when to strike and how I am the only person preventing him in that moment.
Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
Her bewildered face appeared smaller and smaller in my rear-view. This was not a teachable moment.
Everything is going to be OK. Then again, OK doesn’t mean anything.
I guess I should probably mention that my baby is ten years old.
Bingo. I had unexpectedly saved $22 while becoming the best dad in Target..