“We don’t blame other people, sweetheart.” I began. Kamari didn’t do it, so you don’t say ‘Kamari did it.’ If you do, Grandpa will get angry with Kamari, and it wasn’t Kamari’s fault.
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“We don’t blame other people, sweetheart.” I began. Kamari didn’t do it, so you don’t say ‘Kamari did it.’ If you do, Grandpa will get angry with Kamari, and it wasn’t Kamari’s fault.
That is why I’ve finally decided to start the Cookie Capers series, funny tales from the lives of Gianna, whom I affectionately call my “warm, peanut butter cookie,” and Kamari, my “oatmeal raisin cookie”.
But this day was the worst. My son, my firstborn, had been rushed in with a life-threatening illness that brought our world and sanity to a screeching halt…
Whenever I vacuum the back seat of the car, I’m reminded of the day I told my boys to leave that new Lego playset in the Toys R Us bag and WAIT – until we get home to open them.
Having my son tell me that he wished he was more like me was the highlight of an otherwise disastrous day. I answered that I