(This is the last post in our new series, “The Tantrum,” in which each of our four regulars will address one subject over the course of a week. Read the previous ones here, here and here.) Reading the other wagoneers’ responses to this week’s Tantrum subject—TV or not TV—has been a terrifying process for me. …
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Okay, so the crush isn’t on me. It’s on my 18-month-old boy, Nico. I can see what a woman would see in him: he’s thoughtful, sweet, gives great kisses, and needs lots of help. So I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised to start coming home and seeing little works of art like the one …
Last night, my daughter, Sasha, spoke to me. In a dream. It was lunchtime, we were hungry, other nameless, faceless friends were around, discussing where to eat. From her spot on the ground, Sasha spoke one word: “Burrito.” Stunned, we stared at her. Had she ever even eaten a burrito? And where would we find …
(This is the third post in our new series, “The Tantrum,” in which each of our four regulars will address one subject over the course of a week. Read the previous ones here and here.) I suppose I should start by saying that I’m lucky in this regard. JP doesn’t really care much about television. …
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