He got a Dinner & Show, whether he wanted it or not.
The green grass in the football arena is plastic. It’s the only grass I’ve seen all year. My kid runs after the football, high-fiving pals I didn’t even know he knew. At bedtime, he makes my hair into a unicorn horn. ”This is nice! I’ve always wanted to be a unicorn!” I reply dutifully. ”I […]
The Snow Melts Somewhere 