Guys. It may be awhile before I witness something sadder. My 3 year old was trying to convince me his little pet moth was alive. Through hot, angry tears, he picked up that little lifeless thing out of the water and demanded to me that it was alive. I think I’ll just let him continue in his delusion. He’ll figure out soon enough that it is dead. But not today.
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.
