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
Mama and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Saturday
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