I think all parents can relate, on some level. This was from about a year ago, when Wee One was much wee-er:
Whenever there is an eclipse, I like to imagine it is part of a grand cosmic play that the universe
Of course I am referring to my belly button.
Or perhaps I’ll call it a finger pocket, as that is what Wee One has taken to using it for.
Mommy happy hour usually included boring vanilla lattes and ice cappuccinos, important as it masqueraded as a child’s story time. I was so lucky to stumble upon it and, once I started going, I made sure to keep going.
I have an old friend who was always funny, throwing out quick little barbs here and there, and as we’ve gotten older her wit has sharpened to the point I read her Facebook posts in awe of her ability.