I have a theory that Moses didn’t mind so much that he was not going to be allowed into the promised land.
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.
I sometimes publish the same posts in multiple places, but sometimes I modify for each platform, while other times I post only in the place that seems to fit the subject or style better.