Our family loves word play. Especially dad jokes. Remarkably, they tend to receive about half as many facepalms as my serenading — and as far as I'm concerned, jury's out if that's a good thing or not.
Mamaaa! Ooooooooo
I love making our kids facepalm. Or cringe. Or even frown. Generally because after the initial obligatory complaints and overwhelm, the super cheesy things I say and do tend to elicit a smile on even the grumpiest of faces — mine included.
Stinky Sock Explosion
I learn through stories. When I first meet someone, it’s not usually long before I pester them to hear their backstory. Or if I’m processing through some emotional healing, hearing someone else recount how they navigated their path helps me to gain my own footing.
Meltdowns
A couple of nights ago, we had two different meltdowns in the house. Both orbiting around sharing artwork. Not kidding. The first incident, one of our kids drew something. Another just wanted to see it. This led to a hurried "not yet — it's not good!" and the illustrator promptly rushed to hide their work.