A Waste of Time
It was our second playdate. Technically, it was my four-year-old son CJ’s playdate. I was there visiting with the mom at the breakfast table, sipping water. She was asking how my book… Read More
It was our second playdate. Technically, it was my four-year-old son CJ’s playdate. I was there visiting with the mom at the breakfast table, sipping water. She was asking how my book… Read More