Day Number 14 of No Day Care
Little frum girl moves to Southern California and imagines she can have it all—life devoted to Torah, education, Ph.D., family (eventually), career, and then some ...
I tried to sneak a fun size Milky Way bar while I was behind the child pushing him in the stroller.
It did not work.
Do you know what half a fun size Milky Way bar is? Not fun, my friend. Not fun.
(Don't even get me started on the whole idea of fun size in general.)
I'm pretty sure I spend 90% of my time convincing the child not to play with things that aren't toys and to play with his toys.
Also, he took a bite of a pine cone so there's that.