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Truth or Dare.


Truth or dare?” he asks her, in a conspiratorial half whisper. She immediately responds with “Dare!All confidence. 

I dare you to tell mom you loooooove her!” he goads and she grins and races to the kitchen where I’m doing dishes (or the office, where I’m catching up on the blogverse – or the bathroom, where I’d foolishly thought I might find three minutes to myself).

Mom, I loooooove you!” she says and then bursts into a fit of giggles and runs back out of the room, yelling “Truth or dare!?” back, keeping the game going.

He chooses dare and she double dares him to tell me that he wants to live with me forever. Message delivered. Message received.


Sometimes they choose truth but neither of them seems to understand what happens when you choose truth and they pretty much just give more dares, similar to the ones mentioned above. “Tell mom you think PINK is your favorite color!” she might insist and he’ll groan as though THIS is the worst dare ever. He’ll try to get out of it and she’ll say fine “Dare or DARE?” and he’ll try to guess which dare could be the worst.

“First dare?” he’ll try and she’ll laugh maniacally.

I DARE you to tell mom that you want TACOS for dinner.”

But, I do want tacos for dinner,” he’ll start to say but then he’ll run to me before she changes her mind, “Mom, I want tacos for dinner!”


And I think to myself, “Clearly, I’m doing something right.” When the worst thing my kids can imagine daring one another to do involves TELLING me what they are doing. I keep waiting with semi bated breath for a real dare to come along – for me to need to swoop in and intervene but it’s been weeks and I’ve heard nothing crazier than their attempts to add new categories to the  game.

“Dare or MADAM?” he might try.

What happens if I choose madam?” she asks, worried.

Then I’ll say something SCAAAAARRRRRRY!” he warns. She giggles with delight and immediately chooses “MADAM!”

“Dinosaurs….” he’ll moan, “Dinosaurs are SCAAAAARRRRRRY!!!!!!”

Never change kids. Never change.


Book Review: The Girl With All The Gifts by M.R. Carey

the girl with all the gifts

I read this book a few months ago and haven’t written a full review which is unacceptable because it was kind of an amazing book. I think the reason I haven’t gotten around to writing a full review is because the book was that good. Where do I even begin?

I guess let’s start with the description from and go from there?

Melanie is a very special girl. Dr. Caldwell calls her “our little genius.” Every morning, Melanie waits in her cell to be collected for class. When they come for her, Sergeant keeps his gun pointing at her while two of his people strap her into the wheelchair. She thinks they don’t like her. She jokes that she won’t bite, but they don’t laugh.

I think one of the things I liked best about this book was how little I knew going in. I loved how the story seemed to kind of unfold itself as I read. The author did a great job of giving you just as much information as she wanted you to have as the story progressed. So I don’t want to give away too much because going in blind was probably a good thing for me. If I’d known much about it – I don’t think I would have read it, so I’m glad not very much was given away initially. That said, even if you do know more about the book than I’ve mentioned, don’t let that keep you from reading it. It’s worth it, I promise.

This book was fascinating and funny and heart breaking and shocking and more. My book club read and discussed it and it lead to a good amount of discussion about a lot of different topics – always the sign of a good book. It will have you thinking about society and science and psychology and education and nature and parenting and coming of age and much more.

The characters were wonderfully fleshed out – even the characters you didn’t want to sympathize with, eventually you found yourself rooting for them – and the story lingered in my mind constantly throughout the day and probably will continue to do so for quite some time.

Have you read this book? What did you think?