At least, according to a five-year old’s perspective.
Me : What are you going to be when you grow up? You gonna be a lawyer? Defender of the poor? 107 more words
I am learning that a part of growing up is discovering, often with a heart-shattering realization, that things are not what they always seemed to be. 777 more words
Things have not always been peachy keen at The Circus. Actually, they’ve never been what most would call peachy keen. Things have gotten better as I’ve mellowed and the kidlets have learned how to respect my authoritay! 428 more words