When my oldest son, Terrell, was 2 years old, he was quite the little terror – I mean angel. Like many kids, he was super busy and got into everything. One day he gave me a scare when he climbed a stool by the counter in our kitchen and grabbed my mug of hot tea. I’m talking right out the kettle, super-hot tea.
By Rob Pickle, with an intro by his Mom, Martha Wilcox
Can you tell when your kid is telling you the truth? Our kids have no idea what experts we become in watching their expressions; after all we’ve been doing it since the day they were born. “I didn’t eat the cookie,” may be declared with conviction by a 3-year-old, but the crumbs on the chin tell another story.
I was almost ready to move into a charming, just perfect home discovered for me by my wonderful friend and realtor, Nancy. We were walking from room to room, discussing all of the final decorating touches that would transform this beautiful condo into my dream home.