Somebody Else Can Not Be Somebody Else

This, for me, is one of the worst days of the year.
First off, all the pressure. Do you have a good enough outfit? Yes? Okay, cool. No? Thus we enter into shopping for an outfit explicitly for a one day event. Usually this entails something fancier than The Littlest Critic wears nine days out of ten,...

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I was at work a couple weeks ago when my phone rang, an unfamiliar number. Usually I let those go to voice mail, but this time I decided to pick it up on a whim.
"Hello, this is the school nurse calling."

But the end of the school year is always a frought time, even if you're not a teacher.
But I promise some summer hijinx will be posted shortly, no doubt.

At bath time lately, for reasons I do not know, The Littlest Critic has taken to asking for "a play."
This means telling some outlandish story as I sit on the toilet (not using it, don't be ridiculous; I mean on the lid). The stars of these particular theatricals are her stuffed animals and all rules are off. Elephants are married to bunnies and have...