The mercury hovered in the nineties here in New York this week, and a low fever also appeared to burn aboard the Dadwagon. Nathan’s post about the cruelty of informed consent was the chief source of heat, centering as it did on the ever-burning issue of abortion. Theodore had something to say about unsolicited angry advice. Christopher got worked up about the prospect of raising a nasty adult (in a post that Nathan swiftly rebutted). Only Matt was in a relatively Zen state of mind, shrugging off the question of whether to have another kid. (It’s probably because he’s in Morocco, eating dates and spiced lamb and couscous and deducting the whole shmear from his taxes as a work expense.)
At least we had some uncomplicated friendly moments too. Most significant, Theodore happily announced a major life event, and displayed an uncharacteristically Erma Bombeck side to his taste in comedy. Nathan got a little gooey (despite some reservations) about his daughter’s playing soccer. And Christopher managed to find his entire existence summed up in a single-panel stick-figure cartoon.
Stay cool, folks. More next week. Till then, dream of demon sheep.