Talking to Kids

The other night, one of my kids received a phone call from a girl...

On this chilly Monday, I'm hoping to ask a question...

We are at the public outdoor skating rink, and it is cold, but I am hot...

Toward the end of our cookie swap, Toby turned to me in horror...

More specifically, what would a teenager think?

When my kids were younger, I spent a lot of one-on-one time with them...

"There's nothing to doooooo," lamented Anton.

"Circling back on whether we’re set for the 6 p.m. pesto noodles."