Sasha is now at an age—18 months—when, although she’s fully capable of walking three blocks to and from the subway (with a parent, of course; she’s not free-range yet), she’s not entirely sure she wants to. “Bao-bao!” she says, lifting her arms to be carried. Then, a few minutes later, “Down!” or “Walk?” She walks, …
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I don’t have much time to write because I am watching Spain toy with Honduras, and hoping that unlike in 1969, a Honduran loss won’t lead to military conflict this time. But I did want to, in a flush of post-Father’s Day dadpride, point out this story from the Carroll County Times-Georgian about what happened …
With all respect to Matt, I could do without Father’s Day, at least on my behalf (as opposed to my dad’s, that is; he deserves any recognition he can get and then some). It kinda snuck up on me, which is surprising–one year in, and I’m already jaded? But I guess I don’t particularly care …
Some day we won’t all have Jon Gosselin to kick around, but until that day comes, KICK AWAY, I say, and apparently, so too does Babble, which ran this short item from Famecrawler on the infamous father-of-many, on the five best show ideas in service of his perpetual pop cultural infamy. I won’t include the entire …
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