Cropped Jeans

Pax is looking at old pictures.  “Who is that, Mom?” he asks.  I look over his little shoulder, allowing myself a brief moment of silence for the death of yet another Baby Pax Phrase (rest in peace “WHO DAT”), and then turn my attention to the photo.  It’s me.  The women he’s pointing to…is me.  The picture is an old...
The kids had a couple of days off of school for Rosh Hashanah, so we took advantage of the later-than-normal bedtimes to do a walking tour in Philly's Old City.  We needed a later-than-normal bedtime because the walking tour was actually a Ghost tour.  Oooooo..... Of course nothing ever goes as planned, so Pax fell asleep on the Uber ride...