The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”
You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.
Long after other toys, clothes, and jewelry fade into flea market fodder, they’ll still be the presents that remain in places of prominence.
A passing moment can turn the most normal of us into a weirdo memory for a kid that will last a lifetime
Suddenly, you’re no longer Zack Morris. You’re now Mr. Belding.
The bizarre humor that rushes through my head is decades below my own age group and doesn’t even need an audience to spring up.