Category: Kids

I’m dealing with a memory that never forgets

We went by the local CPS office this morning on an errand, and my son ran to the sidewalk and said “My papa was here. And the baby girl!” He was almost three last time he saw his Papa. And he’ll be five soon. And before y’all say “aw, what a great memory,” it was […]

a moment in time

The other morning I found my son busy brushing his hair. Only his hair is about this long and, well, doesn’t need brushing, much. I asked why. I should know better, right? “Mom told me to go brush.” “I think she meant your teeth, son.”