Worried About Sponges
“Mom! That’s exactly why I’m terrified of sponges!” my daughter cried.
“Mom! That’s exactly why I’m terrified of sponges!” my daughter cried.
Like a bicycle tire that has just rolled over a shard of glass, the air began seeping out of my buoyant mood.
I regret not only some of my meddling on my children’s behalf, but also having kept a secret.