Israeli Parents: I got nothing

So, as promised, I am going to deliver the shocking report on Israeli parenting…actually, I’m not. I had dinner with an Israeli family–mom, dad, and two-year-old boy–but they were all American-born, American-speaking, and they lived in an ultra-orthodox neighborhood that was almost entirely made up of Americans who come to Israel for a few years …

Happy as a Kid in Shit

Because it’s a busy day over here at DadWagon (look for exciting new works of actual journalism! from our writers! in other publications! soon!), let’s just continue our pottymouthed theme today and give you this gem about how the Taiwanese are potty training pigs. As an aside: is there anything the Taiwanese can’t do? They …

I’m Not a Big Boy Anymore (and Sasha Will Never Be)

God, it’s great when babies become toddlers. After two years, I can finally really talk to Sasha, and I even managed to bargain with her the other day: She wanted to watch Elmo, but she didn’t want to clean up her Legos. I said no, clean up first—and it worked! She stewed for a minute, …