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.
It’s the parental curse of eternal-youth vision
We’re not incredibly smart. We’re moderately old.
Time moves on whether we like it or not.
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
It’s good to give your kids positive reinforcement, but also to remind them that the entire world isn’t standing in awe of them
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
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