In no particular order.
- I talk like Ned Flanders. I’m not sure if this is a symptom of parenthood or of growing older. What I do know is that if my 20 year old self could hear my now 39 year old self, there would be mocking. Most of the time, my speech now is G-rated, predictable, and probably a little annoying- like a movie with talking animals. I say things like (and I’m totally not kidding here): “Skoodle-dee-doo!” (translation: hurry up) and “Hey there, mister, is that a sad face?” and “Now it’s time for lunch-erino!” What has happened to me?