Just Frances T


I took my son, Thomas, to the park for a MOPS play date about a year ago. He had a good time riding the merry-go-round all morning and I had a good time having an uninterrupted conversation with other adults. When we finally arrived back home, it was time to unload the car. As I gathered leftover chicken nuggets, jackets, and cups to take inside, wondering how our stuff multiplies while we’re… Read More