Tonight, on the drive back from our trick-or-treating excursion on the Plaza, Steve allowed Stella to consume an entire snack-sized Milky Way bar. Refined sugar, cornstarch-laden milk chocolate and nougat is apparently the trifecta that is the toddler equivalent to crack.
During dinner we tried counteracting the effects of the sugar high with some [...]
Answer: The father.
Today was one of those days where, for some reason, we didn’t really end up spending any time outdoors. On the days that this happens I often look back in hindsight, and am amazed at my inability to stop banging my head against the brick wall that is parenting a 22-month old, and just [...]
First he announces to me that he thinks he is a black soul man from the 70’s trapped in a white man’s body. Then he comes home with this.