Mime

I was sitting at the therapist's office with my eldest son. He was diagnosed with PDD-NOS when he was eleven, and when he hit puberty he had some trouble remembering the meaning of life. Of course I tóld him what the meaning of life was, but he wasn't impressed. So I took him so see...

For years I wished my eldest son would take more of an interest in appearance. He just threw on the nearest shirt and pants he could find on the floor, and his hair was so fat, you could easily fry an egg in it. And two sausages. I should have known better! Because doesn't the...

I'm almost at the sexscene in this book, mom!' my fifteen year old daughter said defiantly.But it takes more than a sex scene to rattle mé! Fifteen years of motherhood have toughened me up. So I smiled: 'Good for you! When I was your age I loved reading Harlequin novels. They were all about 'His...

I'm surrounded by little people who fondle themselves in public. They don't even try to hide they're cheating during board games, and they shop for candy without paying if I don't pay attention. They show me their new underpants without any shame, and they share their intimate toilet habits with me. They're often hard to...

'Mommy, I puked!' I heard my son Ot shout, a mixture of triumph and excitement in his voice.'Alrighty then. Will you go and clean it up?' I shouted back, and had myself another sip of tea.'Daddy is much nicer,' my seventeen year olds daughter suddenly declared in a quiet tone of voice. 'Daddy cleans up...

Sounds that require immediate action on your part: The scraping sound of a kitchen chair, pushed across the kitchen floor. The rustling sound of candy, secretively being unwrapped. A door that is closed ever so gently. But above all, these words: 'Mom, I'm not doing anything!' So if you'll excuse me!