In Brooklyn, DadWagon goes… camping

We DadWagoners, so chummy and close in blogland, actually don’t see each other that much. It’s not that we have some sort of seething Fred-hates-Ethel offscreen dysfunction. It’s just that we are scattered across two boroughs, somewhat busy and absent enough from our own homes that we don’t actually have much time to throw back …

How do you say wtf in Mandarin?

A beautiful day in Russia, 75 degrees and sunny, and it’s been a whole six weeks since someone last blew themselves up in the subway. But the Russians, never ones to shy from dark thoughts, are thinking and talking about China, and the latest batshit insane trend: murderous rampages in kindergartens. There was another one …

Clorox Chicken and other Gerber flavors

Ok, so this isn’t really an answer to Matt’s questions about Russian kidlit in his excellent Raskolnikov for Lil’ Rascals link. But I am here in Moscow, and other than actually missing my kids quite a bit (they’ve been extra cute as of late, which makes a two-week trip like this just a bit harder …