I’m writing this week’s column specifically for the people who don’t have kids.
‘Twas the night before Easter and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, just the minds of Four and Six.
On Sunday morning I awoke to the news that a plane in Eastern Canada had crash-landed.
Spring break is on. Two weeks of freedom. At least for your kids. You might feel a little less free.
My friend was having rooster trouble. This is not an analogy for a grouchy husband or a misbehaving two-year-old. I mean an actual rooster.