Who are you?
After nine days of peace and quiet and freedom my mom returned the kids to us this afternoon. As I drove up the driveway, both Hazel and Sam ran outside and tried to squeeze into my lap and hug me before I even got out of the car. Apparently Hazel …
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .