The other day, I was bandaging Josh’s scraped knee.
Him: “Mommy, I sorry I hurt I-self.”
*my heart breaks*
Me: “It’s OK, sweet boy. I still hurt myself. These bodies we have… they’re only temporary.”
Him: “Mommy, you know when our icemaker broke and someone came out and fixed it?”
*Very pregnant pause*
Me: “I know there’s a correlation here somewhere… just give me a sec. Mommy’s tired.”
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.
