“Party Pooper” by Janine Annett
Potty training is a bitch. It should be easy, right? How hard could it actually be? . . .
Potty training is a bitch. It should be easy, right? How hard could it actually be? . . .
We had recently moved and were delighted to find a babysitter across the street and a few doors down. Allison was about fourteen and lived with her dad, who had told us that his wife had recently passed away . . .
Dear Son, Honestly, I should’ve started this campaign long ago, back when you were a fetus and your behavior was under control. Today the case is nearly hopeless . . .
I am a distinguished professor. I am a dignified person. I have a doctorate. I am important in academic circles . . .
The kids and I dash across town to library story time . . .
JR was a precocious boy who loved to watch TV . . .
7:30am, Okay; coffee, laundry, then walk . . .
For as long as I can remember, my daughter asked me to take her to church. . . .