Last week my two and half year-old grandson, cheeks rosy, blond curls in a tousle, innocently dropped the "F" bomb at daycare. "That's MY fucking truck!" he announced as a playmate ran toward the ride-on toy pickup. Unsure of exactly what he had said, toddler speak being what it is, his teacher asked Vince to… Continue reading Who Gets to Drop the “F” Bomb? Learning to Navigate the Double Standards
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THE MEMOIR LIFE 