Yes, it’s an easy tearjerker, and the most cynical among us would say that it was conceived that way. But in “The Shrine Down the Hall, this weekend’s Times Magazine feature on the bedrooms left behind by kids who went to war in Afghanistan and Iraq, had me from the first photo. What we see, …
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Last week, Sasha, now all of 15.5 months old, did something new: She signed. Now, she’d signed before—an occasional grasping hand for milk, fluttering both hands for “all done”—but this time she paired the sign, touching the tips of her fingers together on each hand, with a spoken word: “More.” And she did it again …
Did anyone occupy his normal seat aboard the Dadwagon this week? It appears not. Matt, our househusband, spent the start of his week in Rome, alternating between scarfing down bucatini all’amatriciana and explaining his life to various bemused Italians. (Hey, man, maybe you’re not getting weepy over your kid–maybe it’s the wild swings in blood …
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You gotta hand it to this Arizona dad. His daughter, 27, got dropped off at home at 1:30 a.m. by her ex-boyfriend. The ex then started choking the girl (always bad form when dropping off a date), and in the process woke up Dad. Bad idea. From his second-story window, Dad fired a warning shot. …
