“3 – 2 – 1…”
I’m told that I have become my mother.
I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but I think it might be true.
I blame the kids.
When in doubt, always blame the kids.
Really, I’ve had no choice. After all, someone needs to warn the kids that the fun and games will end promptly when an eye is lost… Or that the car will be pulled over without hesitation. And, let’s not forget the drama that is counting backwards from three. Continue Reading