I have a small scar on my right ankle. When I was a precocious scamp, just under two years old, I clambered my way up onto the countertop, stuck my feet into the sink, and turned on the hot water. I’ve had better ideas since then. Apparently there’s something in the DNA about climbing onto…
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Little Games
“No, dat mine!” he taunted, smirking at me as he snagged the remote control from the table. He clutched it to his chest like a new teddy bear, turned, and took a few steps away. Playing, he swiveled his head back to me to keep his smiling eyes on me as he moved farther away….
What Could Make a Dad Do an Actual Ninja Roll and Scream “Nooooooo!!!”?
I popped the bedroom television on after lunch and let the kids watch Sesame Street while I tried to sweep pasta from the floor. Have you ever tried to…no, of course you have. You’re parents. You have all swept pasta. (If you throw some dirt down there with it, the pasta is easier to sweep….