I’m running late, gather up my bag, yell to the kids to get into the van. My yell turns to, “Keys! Kids, have you seen Mommy’s keys?” Panicked, I rush…
My 3-year-old son was trying out his words. His big words, in a soliloquy about string cheese. “Cheese, cheese… why do you presume yourself to be breaked?” Knowing that he…