Roan: The zucchini was too lemony but the chicken was just right.

Within a few seconds of my back being turned, Roan managed to…get a piece of chopstick stuck in his throat at Pei Wei…dump a magenta-colored smoothie on white carpet (or as Super T would call it – “fluorescent mauve”)…cover half the dining room table in orange crayon (still life of the Millennium Falcon)…you get the … Continue reading →

Roan (playing baseball with his Grandma): Amma, you’re wearing me out. Can we take a rest?