As it gets closer to bedtime, I find myself using one and two-word phrases:
“You.”
“Come here.”
“Brush Teeth.”
“NOW”
Like some verbally-deficient coyote who just needs to get the kids in bed so she can go kill some chickens.
And by killing chickens, I mean fold laundry.
Or eat ice cream.
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.
