Big Kids

All children on campus would step over those words as they raced to recess the following day. My heart just sank. Should I use this as the teaching moment it so obviously is, or should I hightail it out of here after fabricating a rosier version of those spiteful words?

Now that my boys are older, I find myself asking "OMG, what happened?" on a daily basis. There's the overly packed calendar, homework I struggle to help with, the two sets of feet that are now bigger than mine, the amount of food (and subsequent grocery bill) that they eat.

I had to feed her love of theater, somehow, some way, but I knew that her two brothers and dad still needed to be fed and the mortgage paid, so off I went in search of more affordable options to quench her thirst for the arts.