Tony Woodlief | Author


Little Negotiations

Overheard while driving: Isaac: “Twust me, Eli. Tomowow is my birfday.” Wife: “Isaac, your birthday isn’t until September.” Isaac: “Is that tomowow?” Wife: “No, sweetie. It’s a lot of days away.” Isaac: “Oh.” And then later, while Eli and Isaac flop around like otters in the bathtub, periodically splashing either me or my newspaper, or …

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