Do I Look Like a Daddy to You?

So, last night I’m at a friend’s book party in one of those unbelievable Chelsea lofts—the kind that seem to employ some Tardis-like technology for allowing small-seeming buildings to encompass infinite space—when I am approached by a towheaded 5-year-old. He’s raging on sugar or adrenaline, scampering around the room in full knowledge that he’s fucking …

Deck the Malls

Quite by accident, we found ourselves at the Aventura Mall yesterday just north of Miami. Wedged between the yacht-ridden Intracoastal Waterway and the Turnberry Isle Resort and Golf Club, it is a vast citadel of shopping, a gilded pimple on the ass of debt-laden America. Exactly the kind of mall experience we were glad to …

Preschoolers love disaster!

DadWagon has previously (and correctly) defended the right of children to be as annoying as adults on airplanes, but my 3-year-old girl has developed a new kind of menacing behavior on commercial flights: a loud and verbal curiosity about airplane disasters. It’s not that she’s worried. Quite the contrary. She has her fears, though they …