I started journaling with our daughter today. When the TV isn’t on and there is nobody to play with, she needs direction. So I thought we’d have a little fun and read through my first diary together (the diary of Dear Diary, fame). It turns out I was a year older than she is when … Continue reading Do we have to read this whole thing?
We watched a movie last night that had our third grade son nearly crying with laughter. Our first grade daughter giggled throughout, and it even made my husband and me laugh out loud a few times. It was The Sandlot, a film about nine fifth grade boys in the early 1960s, and their summer playing … Continue reading Insulted