Twenty or so years ago, my sister went to our local antique store to buy me a birthday present. She found a creepy coconut man (or perhaps a monkey) and thought it would be a funny gift. Years later, I found him in a box… and here’s how my two-year-old daughter reacted.
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?