Tonight just before dinner, Susan was sitting on the floor with Pippin. I was cooking. Abby and Camille were at the table.
Camille was prattling on about nothing in particular, but was being somewhat annoying.
I said to no one in particular: “Where did we go wrong?”
Abby, hitting the nail on the head: “By having a second [...]
Ramblin’ Prose
A little bit of everything that doesn’t make sense to a rational parent
