It's 7 a.m. and I'm sitting on the back deck with my mom in a tank top and shorts. Bare feet. It's November. Mom wants to know if we should still go to the pool "even if the weather doesn't clear up."
Really? This is bad weather? Did you not live in Tacoma for 35 years? November? Barefoot?
This is awesome!
Sam was a rock star on the plane. I'm the kind of mom, it turns out, who has no problem using candy as bribery. I did learn, however, the phrase "like taking candy from a baby" is as big a lie as "sleep like a baby."
I may or may not go put on shoes now.