I often think about what I want my sons to fully comprehend in regards to how sport industry unfairly operates.
It's our job - as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles - to find books our kids are going to like.
I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck. ” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?
Yeah,” said Iggy. “But what now? Let’s do something fun. ” I guess being on the run from bloodthirsty Erasers and insane scientists wasn’t enough fun for him. Kids today are so spoiled.
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.
What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope. ” I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.
Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay. " (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death. " "I'm okay.
Wherever wood can swim, there I am sure to find this flag of England.
The last I heard from my destiny, it wanted me to make a legal U-Turn at my next opportunity.
When people were hungry, Jesus didn't say, "Now is that political, or social?" He said, "I feed you. " Because the good news to a hungry person is bread.