Dear Amy Chua, Look, I know you’d be disappointed in us. (That is, if you took time off from bathing, Scrooge McDuck-style, in your millions to actually consider the situation.) This week we had the chance to develop our dear little Sasha’s intellect: Her preschool was offering Mandarin-language classes! And quasi-after-school, too, meaning both Jean …
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If, like me, you had a free 15 minutes or so between the time your monstrous offspring went to bed and the moment you drunkenly blacked out on the sofa, you probably read the New Yorker’s 24,558-word exegesis on Scientology, and the defection from the church of film director Paul Haggis. It’s a good read, …
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As Nathan informed us all yesterday, he is an absolute genius at planning children’s birthday parties. Seriously! In fact, he’s soon to be heading up a new DadWagon division, Pint-Size Parties R Us. Profitability is, at last, in our future! I jest, of course. (DadWagon has been hugely profitable since Day One.) Jean, Sasha and …
The mornings are always hectic: getting Sasha up, fed, changed, dressed and ready for school. She insists on brushing her teeth herself (and always missed half of them), and cries when we put her shoes on instead of drawing AssBob for her. But then, after a Big Hug™ and kiss good-bye, Jean and Sasha are …
