There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.
I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.
My daughter has no idea how to take no for an answer, and her negotiation skills are off the chain for only being three years old. And boy, can she work a room.
I hear that three and a half is magical, and that children turn the corner from beast to beauty, but I’m still waiting…