MJ

It’s a statement that every child grows up hearing. As a professional nanny of four, I say it all the time; sometimes multiple times a day. It’s a wonderful catch-all that postpones whatever topic has bloomed. “Why can’t I drink coffee too?” “When will I get to stay up late?” “Can I drive?” etc etc. It’s a phrase that (theoretically) dissipates over time because you’ll eventually BE older. Over the last few years though, I’ve noticed that it’s seemingly all anyone ever says t

At some point during my childhood, my uncle gave my mother two, soft (probably cherry) wood, Ethan Allen television tray tables. She kept them looking nice by placing cloth runners over the top. On cleaning days, I would always offer to spray the furniture polish and wipe them down because I was a helpful child. Just kidding. It was because I was randomly lifting the cloth and carving into the soft wood with a ballpoint pen and I didn’t want her to find out. (Before you ask w