“I tossed the mini bag of Skittles leftover from Halloween into my daughter's lunchbox, nestled next to a scrap of paper with the joke of the day hastily written in sharpie,” writes Molly Wadzeck Kraus today. “Patting myself on the back for being the world's coolest mom, I headed upstairs to drag my kids — still exhausted from trick-or-treating — out of bed for school. That afternoon when they got home, my daughter came storming in, incensed. ‘Kids at school today were telling me Skittles are poison!’” What are you even supposed to say to something like that? Well, how Molly handled it.
Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |
