A couple of years ago, I found myself trapped in a house with two very active little boys and a baby. It was the sort of situation guaranteed to crack even the toughest nut. And let’s be fair. I’m not that tough. In a flash of genius, I told the boys I’d make them superhero…
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I have two little girls, and my 4-year-old has always announced to the world when she has passed gas, “Mommy, me faaaarrrtttteed!” followed by insane giggling (joined by her 6-year-old sister). With kindergarten looming, I think it might be in her best interest if she stops announcing it and is given a code word; something…
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