Potty Parties and The Spider That Wasn’t
My family owes an imaginary spider a big thank you this morning. Were it not for that spider, they’d have had frozen waffles for breakfast. Unfortunately for me, that spider was up far earlier than I wanted to be. “Is it time to get up yet?” Gigi asked in her best outdoor voice. I rolled over and swatted at the clock radio as if it were at fault for cutting short the dream I was enjoying. The blurry red numbers glared. 6:12. “Go... Read More
