It would have been funny if the little boy hadn't looked so pitiful.
Chloe came to me very upset. With all the righteous indignation she could muster she said, "Daddy, Mommy won't give me what I want!"
As a guy, I think remote controls are wonderful things. I love the look and feel of them. They seem to fit so perfectly, so comfortably in my hand.
We were sitting in the sanctuary, waiting for the evening service to begin. My Bible was in my lap, and Chloe asked me if she could see it.
I'm a superhero.
It was morning, and Chloe was watching me iron my shirt and pants for the day.
As we were getting ready for church one morning, Chloe dropped a bombshell. She said she didn't want to go to church.
Chloe and Cole keep raiding the coin jar - my coin jar.
A few months ago I bought an exercise bike. Why, you might ask? Simple. We needed somewhere else to hang our clothes.
Chloe is at a stage right now where she won't listen to anything I tell her to do.
We have a pretty steep hill in our backyard.
The other day Cole and I were sitting around hanging out together. Out of the blue, he looked at me and said, "I want to be an adult."
A few years ago, Cole started playing T-ball. Practices were Saturdays and Tuesdays.
I came home late, because Amy had given me a night to myself.
Chloe's really big into equality lately. She not into voting rights or even human rights, but her rights. Her rights to have the exact same thing of everything Cole has or receives.
When I went off to seminary in Texas, I left many of my personal belongings at my parents' house.
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