When Monday Tries to Arrest You

My Monday started by one of the girls saying, “Mama, I think you better come here and see this. Leo needs your help.”  Those are never words that should go together… especially on a Monday morning. I found him in the kitchen sitting on the bench at the table in his little Superman underwear. Tears streaked his face. Around his ankle was a handcuff squeezing … Continue reading When Monday Tries to Arrest You