Each year at Halloween, I roll out my short list of "The Most Original Homemade Costumes Ever" and try to sell them to my kids. "Dirt. Who wants to be dirt? It's an easy one," I nudge my son. "Come on, you can wear your brown pants."
Why does my teenage son get hungry whenever he sees me?
Imagine this -- if the GPS had been invented before gunpowder, and credit card companies before the mint, Columbus would have found his way to India and whipped out some plastic to buy the exotic spices Isabella wanted so much. People take a lot of things for granted, like the uncanny order of inventions.
I raised my kids to be independent people -- good for them, good for Mommy. Is that such a bad thing?
The tale of a fridge -- from the days of green cheddar cheese to now.