We’re at the grocery store, and my daughter is talking on her “cell phone” (which is pink and sounds like barbie) ‘Well, I just can’t handle it right now. Know what I mean? Yeah, dad needs me to get some peaches.’ She’s four, folks.
Hope y’all are well. Things are mellow here.
I was sort of watching something on tv the other night (I think Le Tour de France) and it was time for dinner. So I hollered to the child nearest the television (who just turned four a month ago) to turn it off and come to the table. “I’ll pause it for you,” she replied […]