The Yoys: It's A Hard Knock Life
I have a monster confession to make. For the most part, I still help my kids get dressed in the morning. Ditto for bath/shower time and about everything else in their lives. It's not that I don't want them to be competent humans. I have nightmares of Little E calling me up from college to have me swing by his dorm and adjust the velcro on his XW New Balances. That's right, because I never taught him how to tie his shoes. Here's my problem: I'm Type A. Like bad. And I want things done quick and I want them done right and I am always running short on time. And that is how I find myself with an almost 6 year old and a 7 year old who still "need" help. They are capable of doing it, but they know I will do it for them. But I've recently seen the light, folks. Big E turns eight this fall. Eight is old. I remember being eight. It was 1984. I was old enough to buy this record: Wait, what.......mom and dad? So I was probably old enough to dress