By popular demand, we have asked some local mamas to share the secrets to their cities. We can’t wait to visit ourselves.
At my house “Pirate Night” is a regular affair. Like many young boys, my son is obsessed with pirates. Blaming pirates for his ill manners. I’m eating with my hands because I’m a pirate. I’m speaking with food in my mouth, because I’m a pirate. You get it.
Just now I asked my kids what we did on summer vacation and they replied, earnestly, “Nothing.” Which is weird because I remember a few trips I spent hours packing for and doing laundry after. I also remember several hundred dollars spent on activities and pool admission. Ah, childhood. Getting no good answers from my […]