THE KID DID WHAT?

Go Better with Ice Cream “M-m-m-m-m, good," Flynn purred. "I sure love ice cream." "Me too," I said. Ice cream dribbled down Flynn's chin onto his shirt. "It's just us boys today. Mommy's missing out." Flynn and I were busy with guy stuff while my wife, Cameron, was busy with work. “Dad, can I get some ear buds?" “Your birthday's coming. We'll talk to your mom." "That's far away," Flynn said. He dug deeper into his ice cream. Later that day, Flynn came running out of the play

NO BABY FOOD FOR ME Smith Alexander Boyd... otherwise known as Smitty B... skipped eating baby food altogether. Every spoonful of creamy veggies or fruit came right back out of his mouth. "Smitty B., what are you eating?" I asked. He grinned as my daughter, Morgan, gave him bites of guacamole. "Don't ask me why, but it's his favorite," Morgan said. "It's right up there with chocolate cake and ice cream." She giggled. Seeing food all over Smitty B.'s face melted my heart! Beco

did you know some bunnies are chocolate? “I love Easter! Don't you?" I asked. "I'm going on an Easter egg hunt," one of my first-grade students blurted to the class. Other kids joined in... "My mommy's going to dye eggs with me." "I love jelly-beans and chocolate bunnies." I had to laugh. The excitement was contagious. "Why don't we write letters to the Easter Bunny?" I asked. "You will get writing practice while doing something fun." Hands waved in the air. "How do we get ou

I want "BO-O-O-O-O" A huge package arrived at our house one morning. "Mama! Mama!" Shannon, my one-year-old, pointed to the box. "Let's see," I said. We opened the package to find a super-sized version of Pikachu from her Auntie Vivien. Shannon's eyes grew wide and she grabbed the toy while I read the card inside. It was a gift for her big brother, Ryan! Oops! Shannon had already taken ownership of the toy. Her attachment was immediate. "Bo... Bo... Bo," she cooed. She hugged

Did you know there's a new lion in the pride? "How would you like to go to a play and see The Lion King?" I asked my four-year-old granddaughter. "Yes, please! Yes, please!" Sophie jumped up and down clapping her hands. She had seen the movie over and over. "Do we get to dress up?" Sophie asked. "In fancy clothes," I replied. I decided to spring for the most expensive tickets on the aisle, so we could see the characters entering the theater during the production and cascading