May I go to the bathroom?May I borrow a pencil?
May I go to the bathroom?
May I borrow a pencil?
I used to think it was a silly waste of time to think about a vision for my life. Who does…
When I picked my son up from his first day of 4th grade, my usual (enthusiastically delivered) question of “how was your day?” was met with his usual (indifferently delivered) “fine.”