Summer Vacation, Huh? For Who?
Isn’t family time fabulous?
“Casey, you have breath cancer,” hissed my ten-year-old as his big brother burped right in the poor kid’s face. We’re in the car, on our way home from lunch after the little guy’s flag football game. My husband’s driving. I’m manning the music. And our two surly spawn are busting each other in the backseat.