Free to Be Me, Minus the Toy Vacuum
Remember, this was the Free to Be You and Me decade, when Marlo Thomas and friends assured girls like me that we would all grow up to be our own women.
OFF THE NOODLE: Diagnosis: Male
These offenses included singing “Climb Aboard the Space Ship” during “quiet time,” sneaking his fruit snacks into the rabbit cage, and pulling down his pants during Sharing Time.
RADICAL PARENTING: Classmates I'd Like to Make Babies with
The whole idea of such a public (and unregulated) voting system on self-esteem, looks and sexuality made my skin crawl.
MOMMASAID CLASSIC: Boys Will Be Gentlemen
The uncertain, yet substantial milestones come later and in such a subtle way, you might miss them altogether, when really, you should celebrate them.
BOO-BOOS, GERMS & PAP SMEARS: Letting My Son Grow Up
Am I a bad mom? Or is this the right amount of freedom to let an incoming high school freshman have?
Enjoying the Kids While They Aren't Little
How come nobody told me about this?
Pokémon Redux: A Last Grab at Childhood
So we didn’t get our photo taken with Pikachu in the rain on Sunday. That’s okay.
