It happened again, as it always does: I bit off the head of the master. As in, of our boys’ martial arts instructor. He was trying to tell me that I needed to make sure to keep their belts secure, because belts are a big deal in martial arts. And I know that. I get that, I guess. But I also live with two small humans who have a certain order to cleanliness that is unmatched. Hotwheels live alongside books... Read more