Category: Conversations with Colin

My son Colin is pretty damn smart. I’m not just saying that; his teachers and the tests have confirmed it. But book smarts only buy you

I’d like to introduce a very special guest-blogger: my husband Dan. He’s handsome, smart, funny, musically-inclined, and the man makes coffee for me every morning. He

My son Colin made his first confession last week. I didn’t actually know what he said during his confession because he wouldn’t tell me. And

Getting out of the car after school: Colin: “What is the time?” Me: “Time to get ill!” Colin: “Mom. That is the answer to the

In the car on the way to school: Me: “It’s going to be a <VERBALJAZZHANDS>GREAT</VERBALJAZZHANDS> day! What are you most looking forward to today?” Erin:

In the car waiting for my daughter Erin to finish piano lessons: Colin: “I’m really not looking forward to 2016.” Me: “Really? Why not?” Colin:

One day last week as we were driving home from school: Me: “Okay, when we get home, first you need to wash your hands. And

In the car, driving home from the orthodontist’s office: Me: “So, kids, on the way home we’re going to make a stop at the pharmacy.”

The Grandmas are always asking for the kids’ Christmas Wish Lists way too fucking early—like in September. I just shake my head, give them some

I was at school drop-off last week. (The kids still want me to walk in with them, and I’m going to soak that up as

At the dinner table last week: Colin: “Mom, we have a lot in common.” I look wide-eyed at my husband Dan. He shrugs. Where is

I don’t mean to brag, but Colin is a fucking genius. Colin: “Mom, I know what you like.” Me (a little nervous about where this