“Mama. Mama. Mamamamama,” my wife enunciated steadily, in stark contrast to the hyperactive limb-chase she was currently undertaking–attempting to get my son’s frantic arms and legs into his pajamas. “Thhhhhhhhhh,” he replied, creating a froth of his patented saliva bubbles. “I think he almost got it that time,” I snarked from the rocking chair, with […]![]()
