I found this on my computer and cracked up. Here is our youngest, Peter, pretending to be like his identical twin older brothers. Do you see what a hard time he is having keeping a straight face?!
This way you feel less weird or less weird your still looking at my underwear drawer trying to figure out why would I still have maternity underwear when my youngest is seven.
When you have had too many cocktails and are trying to take off your saggy tights she will get down on the floor and yank them off by the toes, (and then display them in your house for you to find the next day.) That is a good friend that can be both helpful and bad at the same time.
will make them carry a “Complaint Journal.” I am thinking if they have to document how much they complain by “complaint” and “time” it may be an eye opening experience for them.
I could make a tiered red velvet cake at his age, alone. I remember my mom handing me the keys to her Mazda when I was eleven and her saying, “Go get some bread and milk.” And I did. Doesn’t mean that it was right, but I could do it. He genuinely could not get his shoes laced up. He was mad and he was mad at me for not doing it for him.