My dear girl, just a word of advise. When you want to lay next to a boy, arms intertwined, giving each other kisses: Make sure his mom is out of site. She was definitely not smiling. Also, do not let your dad find out about it. You are two years old and he is already… Continue reading Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry
The librarian asked the children a question: “What do you dream about?” A plethora of answers were spouted out. My daughter stated she dreamt about pink cupcakes, and I do not doubt her words for a second. Then, one little girl shyly stated she dreamed about being a mommy. As soon as she admitted such she gave… Continue reading “My Dream is to be a Mommy” Came the Timid Reply
Arrhenphobia is the fear of men. I am secretly praying Boston will have this one during her high school years. Automysophobia is the fear of being dirty. Oh, what I would give for my kids to have just a touch of this one! Blennophobia, the fear of slime–no Goosebumps’ episodes for these individuals. Personally, I think… Continue reading Arrhenphobia–the Fear of Men
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