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James shared this post on his FB wall today. And I swooned a little harder than usual. Our daughters are lucky to have an amazingly thoughtful and empowering guy for their papa. Y’all should take a read.

I want my daughter to know that being disrespected is NEVER acceptable.  I want my daughter to know that if someone likes her and respects her, much less LOVES her, they don’t hurt her and they don’t put her down.  I want my daughter to know that the  boy called her ugly or pushed her or pulled her hair didn’t do it because he admires her, it is because he is a little asshole and assholes are an occurrence of society that will have to be dealt with for the rest of her life.  I want my daughter to know how to deal with assholes she will encounter throughout her life.

Cotton Candy

Last week I had work meetings in Saratoga Springs, NY. I, of course, had my whole entourage in tow. Such is the current state of affairs due to one very dependent, bottle-refusing nursling.

Fortunately, James came upon an amazing children’s museum that kept the girls happy and entertained while I was working.

The entourage joined our group for lunch, and lucky for us, it was at a local restaurant, owned by a fellow Eph, called ‘Circus.’ Talk about a kid’s dream. After a playful meal under colorful chandeliers and circus-themed walls, the waiter emerged with two huge platters stacked with strawberry cotton candy.

All the adults at the table immediately turned their gaze to the preschooler. We awaited her reaction to the heaping pile of pink fluff.

Sunny’s eyes grew as big as saucers and she whispered in awe, “It’s my birthday!”

Probably the sweetest, most amazing reaction ever.

The mound was bigger than her. And we finished it all. Leaving James with one sugar high 2 year old as I disappeared into more meetings.

I think he deserves a Nobel Peace Prize.

Photos: Courtesy of James W. Cart

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Two of  my favorite jams, in one. It’s a little slice of dance party heaven.

And yes, I’ll continue to blast Whitney and shake my butt through 90s nostalgia.