I spent two days smelling like skunk butt. My house, my children, my clothes--everything was covered in Pepe le Pew gas. EVERYTHING! But it's my fault. I should have picked up the part for the back door.

Last week, Tommy and I read David Macaulay's WHY THE CHICKEN CROSSED THE ROAD. We laughed and laughed at the silly things that escalated from the ( Read more... )

Gracey Sprinkles is a bunny killer.


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I have a butter tooth. Or so I’ve been told by my friend with a tiny bald spot. When I was eight, I attempted to jump over those half-tires that eighties playgrounds used to have, and no longer do because they were death traps. I tripped. Fell flat on my face. Killed my two front teeth. I was an eight-year-old root canal patient. I’ve upgraded to ( Read more... )

A moment captured three minutes ago by my three year old.

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