Once a month Konga Line shall crown one wonderfully beastly girl Rumpus Queen and one gloriously beastly boy Rumpus King. Send in stories of your little goblins for a chance at the crown. If your mini-monster is named Rumpus Royalty, I’ll post
My fourth grader came home from school and said his lunch pack smells funny. It’s one of those soft cooler pack designs: fabric on the outside, water-resistant inside, sides are puffy with insulation. I wiped down the inside with detergent
Hello, Folks! As I raise Max, I notice that it takes kids a while to pick up the finer nuances of human expression. Sometimes I would absolutely lose it —holler, slam things down— and 2 y.o. Max would crack up
Max is 9 now, way past toddlerhood. But I have written documentation of his terrible twos in my journals (I can’t believe I had time to write anything), which exhausts me just reading it. Here is one Saturday’s list of
Hello, Mamas and Papas, Nannies and Mannies, Aunties and Uncles, Teachers, Principals, Child Therapists, Camp Counselors, Merry-Go-Round Operators, Chuck E. Cheese Employees, Voiceless Beings Embodying Oversized Disney Character Costumes, and Anyone Else whose daily world is inhabited by the Little