So there I was, minding my own business, reading some blogs over at OpenSalon, when I saw a particularly heartwarming number a mom posted about her daughter.
It got me thinking: I could write about my son here. He’s always doing something interesting, or something I could make sound interesting at least. I should write more about children, anyway–good practice for some ideas I have on the back burner. And of course, I’d end up posting a lot more often.
Then I thought about what generally happens to parents who write about their children, and decided I really don’t want to find out if cat food tastes better heated up or straight out of the can when I’m 85.
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