Making a few minor changes around the abode this past weekend, and still today. In moving a piece of furniture drawers needed to be ridded of what turned out to hold a hidden treasure--evidence of a punishment, a reflection on poor behavior by our D, an 8th grader at the time. Oh how I remember this phase. I survived it by telling myself: this too shall pass. It did. This thumb print of history remains as a reminder.
I will let page one of two of the treasure speak for itself.
King Ralph and I would like to think of this as "parenting at it's finest."
Sweet Memories. Hidden. But found. Leaving lasting laughs.