There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do
She gave them some broth, without any bread,
She whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.
Whoa, I just had a flashback to the Octamom story. Someone probably needs to call child protective services on this lady because broth is not a sufficient dinner and it sounds like there is some physical abuse happening here. Was this rhyme meant as a warning piece to bad children so that they would appreciate how good they had it? This is one of the best known rhymes, and I can’t think of any other benefit to including it in so many Mother Goose collections.
Verdict: Write this rhyme on a piece of paper and make the old woman eat it for her dinner. I wouldn’t even be nice enough to give her some broth to wash it down with. Continue reading →
The real C word has eight letters, not four.
Children are the ultimate make or break point of any relationship. They aren’t something you can negotiate on. Or, at least, you really, really shouldn’t. Either you want them or you don’t, and giving in to a partner’s preference is asking for a lot of trouble.
I realize that in my dating age range (35-47 is my comfort zone), it’s difficult to find men who don’t have children and even more difficult to find mature, stable men who don’t have children. In most urban areas, it’s probably a little easier to find these unicorns but in Colorado cities, it’s probably a little harder because people who move here tend to be those attracted to the adventuresome life of rock climbing and backcountry skiing and spending an entire summer hiking peak-to-peak across the state. Those who remain unfettered by paternity tend to be afflicted by Peter Pan Syndrome, which I find most unattractive. So, when I started dating again, I had to ask myself if I could date someone with kids. Continue reading →