For us, it was a happy accident.
Talking to Kids
My kids are 9 and 12, which is to say, I am uncool.
Anton and Toby have been recently struggling with something.
Here's a genius way to stop your kids from whining.
My friend Ziva texted me yesterday with the cutest question...
“Do you believe in God?” my six-year-old daughter asked in the middle of dinner.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO BE SOOOOOOOOOOOO DRAMATIC???!!!!!!"
"I realized I was running out of kitchen door against which to measure my teenage son’s height."