A couple of years ago, my husband bought a large basketball hoop for the driveway. I thought it was an extravagant purchase, because who's going to play on it? It's just going to sit there, all big and ugly and in the way. The girls certainly don't care about bouncing balls and shooting hoops.
When I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
There's always that one kid in every family who's got to lie down right in the middle of a game.
Oh. I guess it's just my family.
My daughter, the Pilates instructor.
Dinner last night: tacos