Just found out that My Oldest Girl (12) decided a couple of weeks ago that she wanted to see what it would be like to be “a hippy” for a weekend. So she ate vegetarian, listened only to the Beatles and walked barefoot in the park.
I have no idea where any of that came from, but I think it is hilarious with extra awesome.
You know a three year old is sick when they volunteer to take a nap.
Home today with a pukey little one. After every retch, she cries. “I hate puking.”
Poor little thing. All I can do is rub her back.
Here I am, this giant powerful man, with money and brains… and all I can do is pat her back and assure her that she’ll feel better later.