Tag: memory

Pardon My Baby Talk

I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.

It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.

They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.

Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.

I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.

The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…

I pictured Ashton Kutcher running into her room and yelling, “We got you, Daddy! Ha! Your friend, God, set you up!”

Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.

It’s like living in an Adam Sandler movie.

We just literally moved yesterday. Half the things in this room are still covered in cellophane.