“I ate a screw.” Life is never dull with young children, except I wish it wasn’t quite as exciting as a four-year-old swallowing a hunk of metal.
“It’s going to be better than last time,” I promised nervously, clutching child-sized hangers and a bag of hair supplies. “We’re just going to go in, get it done, and get it out — no big deal. Quick and easy.” I was talking out… Continue Reading “The horror of family photo shoots”
I know a mother who laughs when she tells stories about taking her three sons to Target — watching them get into wrestling matches, hurl items through the store, and scream as they chase each other around the aisles. She has literally taken photos… Continue Reading “The trouble with "Boys will be boys"”