My daughter recently returned from a week-long school trip. Leading up tho the trip, there was much discussion among her peers about whether they would be allowed to bring their phones on the bus.
As amazing as parenthood can be, I have been convinced for some time that our children conspire against us.
When we finally got to the hotel last night, it was like they had worked up a community theater version of Oliver!. Kids were dancing everywhere, running artfully across counters and jumping on tables, evidently responding to music that must have been playing inside their own heads.
There were a lot of emotions in our house this morning.