Moms, do you know “the mystique of crumbs under the table”?

What mother hasn’t sighed, trembled or blanched when Wednesday arrived? All these cavalcades, these arguments and these cries… One, climbed on a stool, grabbed a glass of milk. He has spilled everything on the ground and is wading there as in the sea. The other is crying. They broke his toy, the pretty little singing … Read more