What Do You Really Want?
All he ever wanted was a bathtub. Beck, my Colorado grand, has, with his family, lived in a very little house his entire brief life. Small enough only to have a three-quarter bath. Translated–no bathtub. His passion is playing in the tub, so his creative parents would find containers to fill with water as alternatives.…
When Enough Is Enough
I need to better appreciate the humor in the unexpected. Particularly if it has to do with bodily fluids. Teagan, the six-year-old master of drama, proliferate with his words, was in a quiet, subdued mood this past Sunday. First clue. You can never put “Teagan” and “subdued” in the same sentence. It’s an oxymoron. As…