Me today after about 4 hours of intense whining & meltdowns:
“C’mon Josh… Mommy is SOOOO tired.” I pause and look into his little eyes. Was that recognition? Was that a glimmer of empathy?
Him: “Mommy, I want WAAATEERRRR!!!”
Another laughable and egregious miscalculation by yours truly. You can probably guess I really stink at chess too.
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.
