We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.
My pockets overflow with Hershey wrappers. They tumble out along the floor like product placement in a Hansel and Gretel movie.
I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.
You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.