I really, REALLY, hate it when my husband is right. This is probably mostly due to the fact that I don't like to admit when I'm wrong. Me, wrong? Psh. Sadly, it turns out that I can't be right all of the time and, though I often like to boast of my mad intuition and superspectacular parenting skills to those who feel the need to offer me free advice, even I can fall prey to the beguiling of my precious. Read more >
















