There's a fine line between spoiling kids and treating them to nice things. I'm just not sure where that line is, sometimes.
My pulse quickened at the thought of talking to a bunch of teenagers about a pomelo.
Last week I saw U2 play at the Rose Bowl. It was a special night for us longtime fans, and I had fun celebrating with so many others who obviously love the band as much as I do. I did not, however, love celebrating with the 4-year-olds who were there as well.
I was chunky growing up even though I played a lot of sports, so I know what that's like. It sucks.
T-minus seven days. My little munchkin will be a preschooler this time next week, and I can hardly stand the wait. I know I'll probably cry when we drop her off, and I'll have pangs of guilt and fits of worry. I just don't know if those will come before or after the celebration dance in honor of the reclaiming of my life.