Few things fascinate my five-year-old daughter more than ice and snow. Unfortunately for her, we live in Texas. One day, after weeks of wishing for a winter wonderland, she poked
“Is Bob dead?” asked my 3-year-old, poking the housefly on the windowsill. “Yes,” said his 5-year-old sister. “But there are always more Bobs. Let’s put this one in the trash
In early September, my first grader sat on her bed thumbing through a picture book that was way above her reading level. “I’m reading this book all by myself, mommy!
Saturday was a gorgeous spring day, so I took my seven-year-old to the zoo — along with hundreds of other parents who were also on the hunt for a safe,
In February 2020, I bought a daybed for my eight-year-old daughter. When it finally arrived that April, hiring someone to do in-home assembly simply wasn’t an option. “Hey, do you
“Open up!” “The doctor said you need to take your medicine.” “This will help you feel better!” “You can have one chocolate chip if you drink it all gone.” My
On the way home from preschool one day, my five-year-old began to tell me a fascinating story. A boy at school had hit him, he shared. “But you can’t tell
“A boy at my table made fun of me during math today,” my second-grader told me one evening after bedtime. Worries tend to spill out after lights out. “He said,
Scream. Stomp. Slam. Quiet. A fun morning of fort-building with her brother descended into a fight over duct tape, and my daughter fled to her room in tears. While I
The most valuable piece of art in our house is a cheap, colorful map of the United States that hangs above our kitchen table. As a learning tool, it’s priceless.