I had this same issue when I was a kid. I would draw maybe three lines, decide I didn’t like where it was going, and then push the drawing aside. I didn’t erase. I didn’t flip the page over. As far as I was concerned, the drawing was dead to me, and I laid it to rest with the corpses of its underused fellows.

This one’s courtesy of my 6-year-old son, who refers to sesame seeds as hamburger seeds.

I can say “Tucson” just fine, but every time I read it the C and the S switch places and I swear the thing sounds like “Tusken” in my head. I’m sure I’m not the only one this happens to. It certainly happens to Winslow.

Dedicated to every woman ever. Because let’s face it: a man wouldn’t last a day dealing with the kinds of things a woman has to put up with every minute of her life.

I’m not a chef, or even a reasonably talented cook, but I AM an adult responsible for several small children, so it is inevitable that I have to prepare meals for my family. And because I know how to cook certain things better than other things, that means my family tends to eat from the same menu.