“Mommy, I’m not afraid of the PizzaMonster anymore.” “Why not, Helen?” “Because, he goes to school. He goes to high school.” “Which high school does[…]
Helen comes up to me this afternoon and says, “Look, Mommy, I have a bleed.” Which translates roughly into “I have scratched this bug bite[…]
In the car yesterday as we were coming back from the grocery store, Helen observed, “Mommy! That car doesn’t have a ROOF on it!” Helen[…]
I’ve been up pretty much since 3am. It started with Logic snouting me, which usually means that he needs to go out. So we went[…]
