I wish I had a cash cow about now.
Last weekend, the boys were up unacceptably early, so like any good parents would do, we gave them milk, turned on the TV, shut the doors and let them wander around our bedroom while we tried to sleep some more.
“Uh-oh!” says Nate. “Uh-oh! Uh-oooooooooooh!”
The next thing I hear is Sip telling me Nate has just handed him my glasses… with the left earpiece snapped clean off at the hinge. Uh-oh. Continue reading