I took Gavin (5) to the dentist this morning, and it could have gone better. Like most kids, he does not like the dentist. “The good news is that’s over,” he said on the way out. “The bad news is … Continue reading
Celeste, my 9-year-old daughter, is helping me wrap Christmas presents. She naturally wraps like a kid, meaning the paper is ripped, wrinkled, uneven, and taped like a mummy. “I’m sorry,” she kept saying with a shurg. “I’m only a kid.” … Continue reading
As I was helping Gavin, my 5-year-old son, change into his pajamas tonight, he asked me how many days until Christmas. I held up my fingers and counted them off: Thursday, Friday, Saturday. “Three days!” he groaned with enough drama to … Continue reading
