[Note: Ten extra dork points to anyone who recognizes that headline without Googling it.] When I am holding my son, he paws at my face, often snagging my eyeglasses (rimless wire frames; they’re doomed) but generally going for the mouth. For a long time, it was clear what he was doing: He and I often …
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So, last night Jean informed me she was pregnant again—and that she was leaving me for someone else, and she suggested, although we both know the truth, that Sasha was this other guy’s. The strange thing, though, was that the other guy was also me, my doppelganger, and that Jean and I (that is, the …
I’ve just reread Warren’s post about his racist preschooler, and it brings a couple things to mind. First: what the fuck, Warren? I’ve never met you, but you are clearly ignoring the first rule of guest-blogging: do not write better than the regular bloggers. Seriously, it’s the same reason women don’t wear white to someone …
Reading Chris’s post about the miniature Dadaist living in his home reminded me that we’ve been running this here blog long enough (five whole months!) that he’s now experiencing with his kid things I did with mine a little while earlier. How time flies! All I can tell you, Chris, is to enjoy that melty …
