Tag: IKEA
The sky’s the limit, kid.
The doorbell rang. Dinner had arrived. Monkey ran to the door with his new Hess helicopter in one hand and an airplane in the other. “Mama? Can I show him my new helicopter?!” The delivery guy looked in and said, “Ooh, nice helicopter and plane!” as Monkey zoomed them around. “Thanks!” said Monkey, beaming. “Do…
My Body, Myself
My body made a baby, two actually. I still marvel at that. Considering that I cannot assemble a piece of IKEA furniture without assistance, I can’t quite figure out how I did it. My body just knew. It knew how to differentiate a brain cell from a bone cell. It knew when it was time…