We drove up to school and as I glanced back through my rear view window, I noticed that his shirt is splattered with ketchup. My son. He loves ketchup. Red. Messy gunk. Smeared everywhere. It is considered a household staple. We eat it at breakfast. We eat it at lunch. And for afternoon snack time. I hope it is considered a vegetable. When … Read More Hey Mom, You Don’t Have to be Perfect!