You guys, my kid. I realize I have three, but two of them are not MY kid, but instead they are some sort of DNA hybrid of their father and me. (Imagine!) I see traces of me sprinkled all over Isabella and Joshua. When Isabella makes piles of outfits and…
“I want to be a surgeon. Or maybe I just want to play one on TV.” Emily has just finished up her fifth-grade science unit on the human body. So far, in her almost eleven years in this planet—and in her however many years of formal education—she has not enjoyed…
My kids never fail to ask me questions. They want to know everything. EVERYTHING. And while this is one of the hardest parts about being a mom, and sometimes I wonder why they can’t be more like some of their non-inquisitive friends—the ones who happily do what they are told, the…
