Oh, look! Three new rotating headers.
Two are taken from drawings created by our first-grader, Tommy. He’s very proud the “entire world” can see his art now.
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Saturday morning’s donuts had a little something extra…
My husband bought them at a store we’ll call Unsafeway.
I discovered the problem when I flipped over a donut to split it in half. I quickly checked the rest of the box. Every donut, except the chocolate frosted raised donuts, sported green fuzz on the bottoms.
Beatrix was brokenhearted when I took her already partially-eaten donut away.
My husband took them back to the store, where a clerk said, “Ewww” and “Here’s your money back.” He went elsewhere. Three years ago, while I was away for a weekend attending a Women of Faith conference, my husband shaved his head bald. Like Mr. Clean or Uncle Fester, only not built like a tank with the coloring and disposition of a corpse. It was a shock I wasn’t expecting. I had no worries about his parenting abilities while I was away. It never occurred to me he’d be the one playing with razors. Otherwise, my jaunts away from home for evenings and entire weekends run smoothly. My latest 5 Minutes for Parenting post is up today. I wrote about the annoying habit of calling dads “babysitters” when they are in charge and home alone with their offspring. Nobody would dream of calling me “the babysitter” while my husband is at work all day. Why do men get this label when they are parenting solo? Kindly pop over and say hi. Is your husband/father of your kiddos capable, or do you think of him as a babysitter, too? |
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