Somehow I’ve fooled myself into thinking my return home from work at the end of the day will be a 1905s Norman Rockwell painting. My wife will be drying her hands on a lace apron daintily draped over a beautiful…
Somehow I’ve fooled myself into thinking my return home from work at the end of the day will be a 1905s Norman Rockwell painting. My wife will be drying her hands on a lace apron daintily draped over a beautiful…
My wife and I have had our suspicions for three years now. The loud yelling, enthusiastic dancing, operatic outbursts, it all pointed to one conclusion: we have a spirited child. We are both introverted, cautious in social situations, preferring quiet…