My husband ambled out of the post office today, chuckling. In his hand was something he purchased secondhand, which he wanted me to see. It was Ladybird book titled How It Works: The Wife. Was this a passive-aggressive swipe?
Facebook memories reminded me of conversation I had last year at Grand Central Terminal while visiting New York City with my then-one-year-old daughter. We had some time to kill, so we walked to the upper level platform to see how many trains were sitting idle in the station. While doing so, I passed a mother holding her toddler son.