Today while playing ball with Josh, he keeps throwing it over my head.
Me: “J, to be more accurate, you need to look at me until the ball leaves your hand.”
Him: “Mom, YOU have to keep your eye on the ball.”
Alrighty then.
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.
