So, I’m just taking a quick bath, because you know, at the end of the day running after an 18-month-old I’m a little ripe. Joshua comes over and starts playfully slapping me on my arm and laughing. In mock seriousness I said, “Joshua, you must be sweet to your mother…the one who gave birth to you. Here, let me show you.” And I pulled his forehead down and gave him a sweet kiss. And then he pulled my forehead down and gave me a sweet kiss. Then he headbutted me. Boys.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
