Submitted by PeterElias on Wed, 10/08/2014 - 06:00
As a child, I looked forward to the infrequent family outings that involved a restaurant. As the eldest of three, it gave me a chance to strut my stuff in front of my sisters: I was allowed to order without much interference, so it was a rare opportunity to have a cheeseburger, fries and the most chocolate item available for dessert.
Submitted by PeterElias on Tue, 01/08/2013 - 06:00
It was January and there were several inches of fresh snow on the ground and no shoveled path to the car. The temperature in the teens. I had an errand to run with a child who INSISTED on going barefoot. The following brief conversation between a seriously sleep deprived post-call parent and an articulate three year old.
“Do you want to put your shoes on yourself, or do you want help?”
"I don't NEED to wear shoes. My feet aren't cold."