Why does she always say Wait until your father gets home. She could yell at me just as easily.
When I was your age we had to fly miles for food, your generation has it all delivered with Grubhub.
Mommy, will I always be bald like that funny looking man with the camera. I hope not!!
I know you’re growing up, but you’ll always be my baby. So sweetie listen . . .
Yes sweetie. Your father’s a redhead, I’m a redhead so you’ll be a redhead too.
He thinks it’s hard being a teen. Try being a parent, working, shopping, chasing after him and his sister. I’m exhausted.
But I am old enough to go to the Cat Stevens concert. All my friends are going.
I hate Mondays. *A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.* (Groucho Marx)
Hey you in the stroller, here’s looking at you kid.
For a child has been born to us, a son given to us and let us all say, Amen. (Isaiah 9:6) MERRY CHRISTMAS!