Jay came out of the bathroom freshly shaved down to just a mustache and my grandma said "you look like that one guy" I said "who" she said "the one who shot Lincoln!" "John Wilks Booth?" "Yeah him!"...
Parenting in one short story: I had a chocolate bar sitting on my nightstand to enjoy in peace when Fletcher fell asleep, but I fell asleep before I could get to it and at 6am my 4 year old picks it up, looks me straight in the eyes and says "mommy can I eat this?"
my retired parents start every morning walking to the coffee shop & then taking a walk along the lake while drinking their coffee...& then my dad puts on a backpack, rides his bike to the library, pays a quarter to copy the crossword, & takes it home. This is how I want to fade
there's no other way I'd rather have spent last night than with a kids party in my living room with live karaoke, homemade pizzas & a chocolate foundation.