I spend a lot of time trying to understand just what is going on in my daughter Sasha’s head. She’s nearly 3 and a half now, and while she can be quite articulate, that doesn’t mean her stories and commentary make any kind of sense. She conflates yesterday and today, she rides elephants, she is …
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Trying to understand why your child likes a particular TV show, movie, or fairy-tale character is usually a losing proposition. Baby Einstein? Fine if you’re stoned, I guess. Elmo? Daddy doesn’t get it. Dora? <Blink, blink.> Most of the time, this is not a big problem. The TV, after all, is our blessed electronic baby-sitter, and …
We at DadWagon write against the clock, knowing that one day—maybe a few years from now, maybe just a few months—our kids will realize what we’re doing and ask us to stop. Soon after that, they’ll probably learn how to Google their own names and ours, and then we’ll really be screwed. This post is …
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One of the things I most looked forward to, after our family’s return to Brooklyn from Taipei, was taking Sasha to her Saturday-morning ballet class, held in a church in Cobble Hill. This is not because Sasha is a Natalie Portman-in-the-making. I mean, she’s a fine dancer for a 3-year-old, but she’s more into the …
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