I’m not perfect, nor do I pretend to be. A couple of weeks ago, my kid ate dog food.
My daughter, Charlotte, has a passion for crawling through the foyer, kitchen, and dining room. Chasing the dog back and forth is pretty much her life’s work right now. One day last week, I was chopping broccoli at the kitchen counter and watching Charlotte crawl back and forth. She crawled just out of my view and was suddenly very quiet. In my short run as a parent, I have learned that
QUIET = TROUBLE. Read the rest of this entry