The Smallish Stalker

Raising a ten year old is like simultaneously having two tiny stalkers, or maybe one tiny stalker with Dissociative Identity Disorder. One personality stalks you unrelentingly for the purpose of worshiping you and the ground you walk on because ohmygodyouaresocool. The other personality stalks you unrelentingly to make sure you know that you are, in fact, undeniably stupid, and that… Continue reading The Smallish Stalker