That’s my girl…

After school, I asked my daughter if she wanted to change into something more comfortable. This is what she chose: The dress I wore to my cousin's Bar-Mitzvah 25 years ago. Oh well. Atta girl, I say.

The Quiet Game.

Today, on our way home from Home Goods, after the 80th question from my daughter ("Does pool water taste salty?") My mom decided to try to implement a technique they used with me when I was a child: The Quiet Game. They would challenge me to see how long I could go without speaking. Apple. Tree. You ...