“Why are you walking around with a straw coming out of that orange? Who’s that crying? What happened? What do you mean he’s a traitor? He hit you for no good reason? Send him to me. No, you can’t be a jaguar. What does that even mean? Go get in the shower. And brush your teeth, they look slime-a-licious. Why do you have my checkbook? No, it’s not your passport. Put it back. Did you brush your teeth yet? Why not? Oh, okay, well I thank you for coming when I ‘summoned you’. Now go brush.”
on the care and feeding of boys
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I'm Rachel Balducci. Welcome to my world! I am married to Paul and we are the parents of five wild and crazy boys -- and one daughter who is made of sugar and spice. Here you'll find my musings on life in a male-dominated household, with the occasional swoon about having a girl.
I'm a writer and a newspaper columnist and my first book, How Do You Tuck In A Superhero and other delightful mysteries of raising boys, was published last year.
If you're passionate about weapons, World Cup soccer, super powers and the NBA, you've come to the right place.
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