I poisoned myself yesterday afternoon, partaking in an overambitious pitcher of sangria concocted from strawberries, rosé wine, and basil-infused gin. “That looks huge,” said Lady V. But my eyes were bigger than my liver, and I responded, “Half of it is ice.”
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator certain unalienable rights, that among these are Have a Happy Fourth of July!
(Collaborative Monster: drawn by Max, block-print by Mama)
We’ve got a Royal Rumpus pair for July. Pediatrician Kathy from Texas, shares with us this bath time tale… My two boys are 4 years apart, and I remember thinking as I fell asleep one day that I have turned into one
Every now and then, an irrational sense of entitlement shows itself in Max. You expect it in little kids: I want it, and I want it now. A tantrum erupts when you take away a toy (or their tenth Oreo, or a