My kiddos are in the “truth” phase. So I guess that means I have to keep on practicing drawing hands. BOOO!
Between my son running or skipping, my arm starts feeling like a pool noodle walking with him. I either have to catch him from falling along with holding so many bags of groceries or hope that I can catch us both from falling on our faces. Now I know how “Elastic-girl” feels like from the Incredibles.