Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.
I’ve lifted up heavy objects, taught her to ride a bike, and won more crane games than I can count. Most times I come through in the clutch when I know her eyes are watching.
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
It was one of the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way moments I have ever had in my life.
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
In this context, I barely even know what “noob” means.
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