I stood in the kitchen this morning super-gluing back together my daughter’s teapot that had broken… again. As I looked at this teapot that has now broken twice, I wondered how many more time I would get to glue thing back together again. See, my older two...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” I heard my son cry from the kitchen. Oh no! What is he so upset about? I walked into the kitchen to see my son holding a drawing he had made. “It’s ruined. And he (insert brother’s name) threw it away. And now it’s ruined!” “Calm down...