Our kitchen. I’m fixing Grant his breakfast. He’s drumming his fingers on the table, waiting patiently. He attempts to make small talk while waiting for his toast: “So, Mom… remember Fat Bastard?” Someone is so in trouble for letting a 4 year old watch “The Spy Who Shagged Me”

Grant has been working on his letters. Refrigerator magnets galore and lots of practice with crayons and printer paper… Mom, I need a napkin. OK, but why? There’s something on the wall… What’s on the wall? Nuffin’…. I hand him the napkin and wait a moment or two. Scrubbing, rubbing sounds are heard from the […]

I just looked out the kitchen window to discover Grant in the backyard, peeing on the lawn. eeeewwwww! In a split second, several things flash through my mind: Lately he’s been pretending that he’s Corsa (the dog), and he’s just getting into character. One of his big brothers is going to be in big touble! […]