I don’t know how it happened, but one minute I’m in a parent meeting taking notes, the next I’m Den Mother. Now instead of one rambunctuos kid (The Boy) I have 8 who insist on telling me every last detail of their lives, some painfully intimate.
PSA: Parents, watch what you say and do around your kids. They are like sponges: they soak up EVERYTHING!
Here’s me baking cookies with my Wolf Den.
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