Well I guess it’s almost that time again, Easter.
when I can call my son an egghead and he smiles and considers it a great holiday joke,
rather then presuming I’m having another go at him because of his chemotherapy.
Well I guess it’s almost that time again, Easter.
when I can call my son an egghead and he smiles and considers it a great holiday joke,
rather then presuming I’m having another go at him because of his chemotherapy.