Today I was asked if the two girls playing in the lake were my grandchildren.
My youngest just tried to pass off a packet of ketchup as a bedtime snack.
I actually had to pause and think if I wanted to fight this particular battle before saying “no”, which tells you everything you need to know about how my summer is going.
Ellie has decided that in lieu of a treehouse or a playhouse, she would like us to build her a research lab.
I introduced my daughter to Bon Jovi’s music and she’s enchanted, I’m pretty sure this means I’ve won at parenthood, right?
Me, helping open the Peeps from Ellie’s Easter basket: “You know, when I was a kid, we only got Peeps at Easter. They didn’t have them for Valentine’s Day or Christmas or anything.”
Ellie, aghast: “That’s just cruel!”