Child of the 80s reunites with favorite
I walked into a children's museum recently and saw something that made me instantly happy. On one wall was a giant version of one of the best toys of all time -- the Lite-Brite. I rushed over to pick up a giant plastic peg, put it into one of the round holes on the black wall and watched it light up in a brilliant red. "Yes!" I said as I stood back to marvel at the sheer size of it. I was suddenly awash in every good childhood memory from the 1980s. Continue reading...
Regarding the logistics of dirty dishes
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10 things I’d tell my teenage self
Sometimes when I look at my 14-year-old son and his 12-year-old brother -- the one speeding down the on-ramp to join his brother in the teenage years -- I think they're pretty brave. We grown-ups like to moan and groan about how tough it is here in the real world -- and it is -- but we forget sometimes that being a teenager isn't exactly a walk in the park either. Continue reading...