Showing posts from February, 2015

Watching the Wheels Turn

Tuesday was a hard day. Both kids were sniffly. There was a snow delay after a snow day, and the walls were closing in on us all. My little one fell in the garage and busted her lip. Have you noticed lip booboos bleed with the shocking ferocity of a sword wound? And my hermit crab in the Angry Birds shell passed away.  RIP Hermie. Are you playing your tiny violin for me yet? (image by Nazreth via Some days call for shopping. With the promise of an ice cream cone and escalator ride, my bruised baby recovered.     She is a tough little girl and as sweet as (fill in with your own cliché – honey, apple pie, marshmallow fluff, a winning lotto ticket.)  I’ve never heard her say one of those rude things kids are known to say. No “Why are you so fat?” or “Why does that man have one eyebrow?” or “Why don’t her shoes match her purse?” So I was floored when she looked down the escalator at a woman with very gray hair and said, “She looks like