Feed me, Seymour!

No, we’re not talking Little Shop of Horrors. Not yet anyway. My kidlings—even when newly sprouted—sensed when mom needed a break. Especially from the game of seeing who could get me to go ballistic first. Sadistic? Maybe. I sure thought so at the time. WARNING: Homeschool horrors will trickle out on this writer's blog. And… Continue reading Feed me, Seymour!