Did you know I’ve got my own hooker at school?

  It started out as such a normal Friday morning. I dropped Finn and Cal off at school and then Ro-Ro and I were driving to his preschool, belting out Adele’s ‘Hello’ at the top of our lungs (because you can’t not sing that song as passionately as possible when it comes on the radio….even if…

Preschool is so STRESSFUL.

Picking up Ro-Ro from preschool is usually a delightful experience. We have a regular routine and everything. First he comes bursting out of the school doors and runs full-speed at me, usually head-butting me in the gut and knocking me off of my feet slightly (he’s only a whopping thirty-eight pounds, so I figure I’ve got a couple…

There’s a vixen at preschool…..

A few weeks ago, we were riding along in the car when Cal casually mentioned to me that he has a ‘special friend’ at preschool. “Oh, yeah?” I replied. “What’s his name?” “Barbie.” (Note to anyone who might be reading this – the child’s name is obviously not Barbie. That would be a cruel, cruel name…