Momoir Chapter 7: Mom Rage

Featuring Analogies About Volcanoes and Tennis

My oldest children and I had just navigated a tabletop board game. My son lost. My daughter won. I also lost. She’s four. For the record, I was trying my best. We were all putting the game away together when my son grabbed my daughter by the face and yelled, “IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYWAY BECAUSE YOUR BREATH STINKS!”

And then, Mount St. Meredith erupted.

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