My kids insist I’m a dinosaur. When they were four years old, I cheerfully went along with it. Now that they’re twenty, it’s not so cute. They tease me that they can make me a grandparent whenever they feel like…
Author, Freelance Writer
Author, Freelance Writer
My kids insist I’m a dinosaur. When they were four years old, I cheerfully went along with it. Now that they’re twenty, it’s not so cute. They tease me that they can make me a grandparent whenever they feel like…
Does anyone out there know the feeling of being the oldest child? The firstborn, not only of your own siblings, but of a whopping 25 grandchildren? It came with a whole other level of expectations, one of which was: you’ll…