Here’s how my family handled working with their kids when we were growing up. They didn’t.
My Uncle Joe and my dad both had stores… one grocery, one grocery and then beer. Both had sons. Neither thought working with that son all the time was a great idea. So during our teen years, my brother got a job outside of the store and my cousin Joe came down to the shore in the summer and worked for my dad. The theory was that while my cousin Joe might give his father grief and slightly get away with it, he knew Continue reading →
Heading upstairs last night to go to bed. Dogs following behind and in front of me except for Carm. Figured he was just slower because he’s old and on lots of pain meds and a little senile. But he has not lost that instinct that says, “This is my toy and I will protect it with all 11 pounds of my being.” So he gets to the first step and, because the stuffed animal is bigger than he is, he trips. He drops the Christmas bear. He stares at it for about a minute as though debating in his head