The fools our kids make of us
At 6PM yesterday, I was a bad sitcom. I was wearing an "I'm not leaving the house today and I'm sweaty and 4 weeks from full term" outfit, complete with a streak of honey that I had decided not to wipe off of my shirt's protruding belly in a moment of I'm-growing-a-human-being allowance. (If you have had a baby, you know what I mean—"I deserve a bi-weekly Shamrock Shake, I'm growing a human…
