My seven year-old son seems to think that suddenly, after all of these years of being my son, living in my house, obeying my rules, he now rules the roost.
I am plucking his feathers.
Finding humor, beauty, and grace amongst the trials of motherhood, while always remembering to dance in the kitchen!
"Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it." ~Bernard Meltzer
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Still plucking... I think he's going to be bald soon.
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