The following is a conversation I recently had with my son.

Son: Mommy? Why is Mrs. Anderson [his teacher] so fat here. (Gestures to his stomach)

Me: She's not fat, honey, she's pregnant. 

Son: Oh. What's pregnant?

Me: Well, she's got a baby in her belly.

Son: Oh. (Acceptance followed by ho… Read full post »

My mother is what they used to say little girls are made of... Do they even say sugar, spice and everything nice anymore? It's never been my experience that little girls are angels or, furthermore, much different than little boys, other than perhaps a bit less hormonally charged. The man who… Read full post »