Rocks may cover paper, but words can hurt more than sticks and stones!
Aaaand, t-shirt says: "Yeah, I know, go to my room." Living in a houseful of girls, who insist that shoving stuff into corners and hiding dirty clothes under the bed is, you know, cleaning, I sometimes forget that we have a son and I don't mean, like, I forget to pick him up from school (which is a good thing, seeing as my kids go to four different schools) or, that he's not listed on our tax forms, or anything. It's just that, you know, boys are different. Although, I really DO have trouble remembering which is which (all three... Read more →