In honor of the passing of my father’s German Shepherd this past week. I always knew my dogs could talk.
One of my favorite memories from our family’s trip to Disney World last year is of my 5 year-old son eating a grotesquely large wad of pink cotton candy from one hand, and a soft-serve vanilla ice cream cone from the other. This delectable diet, in partnership with cool weather and short lines at the happiest place on earth, created a seemingly irreproducible sense of euphoria in my son. For at least 30 minutes, he was on Cotton Candy Cloud Nine. Predictably, mere minutes after completing his “lunch,” my son’s demeanor went from angelic to demonic. One minute, he […]