Pistachios, Pollen and Zero Pink Socks
Between the hours of 9 and 11 a.m. on Tuesday, I said (read: yelled) the following to the following: Not including the zebra, of course. “Christian, get away from that snake.” “Please do not bury mommy’s shoes in the flowerpot ever again.” “Where is all this snot coming from?” “I hate Spring Break.” “Why are you crying?” “Do not pour dirt on your brother.” “It is not necessary [...]