“Are you ready?” the P-Dawg inquires every night at eleven. “No! I’m still brushing my teeth!” I tell him through a mouthful of foam. He stops in the doorway, adjusts the drawstring on an ancient pair of hospital issue scrubs-turned-pajamas, … Continue reading
We had decided to meet at a restaurant – one of their favorites. Having arrived before they did, I stood by the front window and waited. From there I watched as my husband pulled into the parking lot, stepped out … Continue reading
I found the V-meister engrossed in this book yesterday: It’s Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld. You know, the one where you trick kids into eating healthy by pureeing the daylights out of vegetables and hiding them in more palatable fare? … Continue reading
I had a great aversion to organized sports as a child and made it my business to become invisible during game days in gym class. If we were playing dodge ball – and we always were – I would cower … Continue reading
And speaking of bread, the V-meister was caught red-handed throwing her sandwich away at school recently. When I arrived at pick-up time, her teacher pulled me aside to explain what had occurred. “I noticed her throwing her untouched sandwich in … Continue reading
