My kids keep doing this thing called growing, which is how I found the five of us yelling and screaming at each other on a Saturday morning while we were all trying to dress for synagogue. If you saw my family on Saturday, you probably didn’t notice that Isabella was wearing…
Him: Look at this picture of my dad and I. Me: My dad and me. Him: No, you weren’t there. And that’s not your dad. It’s basically a reflex at this point. I don’t even realize that I’m doing it. I’m A Corrector. I’m quite literally bringing my work home…
YES feels better than NO. It’s science, really. And I sure say no a lot these days. Because of the No Guilts, I grabbed hold of Isabella’s hand yesterday afternoon and took her to—not one, but two—the park and watched her swing and monkey bar and climb and run, even…