So with great fanfare, and choosing my moment carefully, waiting for just the right age, I proudly hand my son the copy of The Hobbit i've been saving for him and...he finds it a trifle hard to swallow! Even the Orcs, even Shelob, didn't move him! I knew i gave it to him too late! (he's 12). So be wary, ye parents, trying to replicate your childhood heights in the jaded young folk of today!
My husband and kids ask me what i want for MD: A day of NOT having to haul my darling lambkins out of bed, a day of NOT having to make dinner, a day of NOT having to do the dishes, a day of NOT having to make my sweety pies' lunches. And I bet this is true for my mom, too! Peace!