I love my cousin’s kids. I can feed them cake for breakfast, buy them a toy train with an ear-piercing whistle, and let them play in the mud.
When I’ve had enough, I get to send them home.
It’s their parents’ problem to deal with their soot-cloaked clothes and sugar-induced hysteria.
I certainly don’t want a toy train with a piercing whistle in my house.
When the time comes, I’m going to be a fabulous grandma.
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I’m a head case, empty nester, skeptic, writer, mother, chef wanna-be, shutterbug, traveler, and killer of potted plants. I’m working on my first book- And Then We Ate Gouda: Scenes from a Cheese-Filled Life.
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