Yesterday’s trip home from preschool was a typical one. Not content to either sit on my lap on the F-train or stand calmly and hold the railing, Sasha goofed around, wrapping her legs about the central pole to let everyone know just what kind of child I was raising. At the same time, I was …
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Nice post here on Andrew Sullivan’s Daily Dish blog, following the tsunami of coverage of that lady in Britain who tossed a stray cat into a trash bin. She was caught on camera and identified, and now she gets death threats. This sort of thing follows any cruelty-to-animals story, and it does seem to me—as …
In case you are one of the few remaining holdouts (along with the world’s most isolated man) who haven’t seen this, I present you with a 3-year-old reciting the poem “Litany” by Billy Collins. And then, below it, Billy Collins reading his own poem. I had seen it, but DadWagon double-friend Rebecca M. (who prefers …
My custody arrangement with JP’s mother is hopelessly complicated. Please all, take out your calculators as I explain. It is divided into a four-week rotating schedule, under which the following rules apply: On week 1, I spend the first two nights of the week with JP along with the two nights of the weekend. I …
