Readers, I have bad news. There has been a terrible tragedy. You see, a few days ago, in an attempt to afford my children time to play in the fresh air and sunshine, I took them to the park. It started off well enough. We arrived to the playground with minimal whining and only one threat of disownment. Not exactly Nobel-worthy, but pretty good for us. So the kids ran and played and skinned their knees. Raymond praised himself for his cartwheeling prowess. Sophia read her book under a tree while deftly avoiding the social death that would certainly come from accepting Emma's invitation to play colonial times. And Gianni chatted up a little girl about his potty training regimen. (He gets 1 M&M for pee, 3 for poop, FYI.)
I recently read something that said that only 28% of parents have their kids do chores, and I absolutely don't believe it. I can't be the only "mean mom" who assigns chores to children, can I? I asked Twitter to weigh in so we could find out. Here's what they said. [Spoiler Alert: Lots of kids do chores!]
I hope all of you are snuggled up with someone you love!
E says, "We are on a diet that prevents us from eating sweet potatoes, salsa, enchiladas, taco soup, and other gross stuff."
Did you know that R can use the force to open automatic doors?