The boys are up late tonight because of jet lag and I’m just barely making it by because I haven’t really slept in 36 hours. So, I throw both of them together in Josh’s room. “You two… babysit each other.” I check in on them in a minute and they’re both “reading” quietly and playing in the same space without crying. I feel like Ashton Kutcher is going to jump out of the bushes and yell “PUNK’ED!!!!”
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.
