"Careful, Bob. That's a private part." "No it isn't, Mom." "Yes it is. My chest is one of my private areas...

Bob ran in the back door, passing me as he raced to his room. "I'm leaving for the dark side, Mom. I have to pack." "Wher...

"Mom? Who is that guy?" "That's Saint John the Baptist." "Is he dead right there?" "It's a sculpt...

"There's only one bathroom in Star Wars, Mom." "Is that right? And when did you start calling me 'Mom'?" ...

Okay, Bob? We’ve got to get a move on or we’re going to be late for school. Take your hand out of your pants please . Did you finish your eg...

Jeff and I are in the kitchen putting away groceries. Bob runs in, arms stretched in front of him, his fists clenched tightly. “I am very fl...

Yeah, I don't know either but I do know it can't be good. And again with the no pants.

I sat next to Bob in his bed as he was drifting off to sleep. This bedtime ritual is 20% sweet mother/son time and 80% securing the exits to...

Jeff reported the following exchange took place between he and Bob during bath-time this evening. “Daddy?” 
 “Everything alright down t...

Friday evening, I walked into the living room to find Bob lying on the large ottoman that serves as our “baby-proofed” coffee table. He was ...

On our trip to the pediatrician for Bob’s three-year check up, the lovely Dr. Bess explained that the time had come to start talking to Bob ...