So, there’s this kid in Sasha’s preschool class. Let’s call him David. He’s a sweet 3-year-old, blond and smiling. In the evenings, he’ll run to hug any and all parents coming to pick up their kids. Very affectionate—likable, even. On Friday, when I went to pick up Sasha, David came running up to me, as …
Monthly Archives: January 2012
And the Punchline Is…
Have you ever wished you could see inside your child’s brain? Not with a hacksaw and a sheet of curved plastic—I mean, anyone can do that. What I’ve always wanted was to watch it tick, to see little 3-year-old Sasha’s brain make new connections, to finally crest each hill of understanding. As it is, we …
Our Roman Holiday, Chapter III: My Daughter, the Art Critic
“屁股! 屁股!” shouted Sasha as we wandered through the corridors of the Uffizi Gallery in Florence. Translation: “Butt! Butt!” Which was kind of also my reaction to the incredible collection of sculptures and busts: what a lot of glorious nudity! But Sasha’s understanding and interpretation of the classics wasn’t just limited to recognizing bare bottoms. …
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