The purée literally jumped four feet in the air and came splashing down on his head.
The purée literally jumped four feet in the air and came splashing down on his head.
The best way I can describe days like this is that my hair hurts.
One tiny giggle kept these three alive for over a decade and counting.
Life lessons that served me no good will serve them no good. It’s my duty, as their father, to see that.
It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
Go ahead. Get your kids. I’ll wait.
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Take a moment, think about your words, and then say what’s in your head. Or, even better, don’t.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
Without them, I would wallow in my own mind during times when my own mind is the most dangerous place to wallow in.
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