My son did not spend the summer learning to read or write or to add two plus two, tie his shoes or even how to wipe his own butt (we’re working on that one). Here’s what he learned instead.

There are a ton of things I will miss about summer, this one in particular. But since there are only a few more unofficial days left of this blissful season and we can’t turn back time, I thought it might soften the blow if we took a minute today to focus on all of the things we’re glad to close the book on. Stream-of-consciousness style. Here’s what I won’t miss about parenting in the lazy days:

I was home alone yesterday when the scariest thing ever happened. It didn’t involve my kids and it only lasted a few minutes but I was petrified. Here’s what went down:

Do you ever look at your kid and think thank God I didn’t name you ­­­_______? ­­­­­­ Me, too. Here’s the name bullet I dodged.