“I know that Santa is not real,” Mark said ponderously, “But what about the Easter Bunny?” I considered for a moment before replying, “What do you think, honey? Do you think a bunny will hop into our house with a basket of treats?” Mark thought for a moment. “No. That doesn’t really make sense. How […]
Yeah, me too.
February 23, 2010 by 6 Comments
Jake, in the car today: “It’s a good thing Tiger Woods is not MY dad.” Me: silence, trying to digest this comment while simultaneously wondering if watching the news around the children is damaging their psyches in some deep and troubling way. Jake: “Mom? Mom? I’m happy Tiger Woods is not MY dad.” Me, realizing […]
"…maybe Christmas – perhaps – means a little bit more…"
December 3, 2009 by 3 Comments
Me, looking at Jake’s school schedule: “Oh, it looks like you will be writing a letter to Santa in class!” Jake: “Does that mean I will be writing a letter to you and Dad?” Yes, well. Let’s just say that Jake is feeling a bit confused these days. If you’re four, and you have a […]
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
November 14, 2009 by 1 Comment
One thing I find very entertaining about children – especially small children – are their career goals. Very small children have somewhat abstract ideas about what they will be when they grow up; I clearly remember wishing to be a flower. And now I have a flower profile picture on my blog! Profound. Anyway, both […]
Drive Slow, Homie
October 15, 2009 by 1 Comment
When Mark was two and Jake was seven months, I received “Late Registration” by Kanye West for my birthday, and although I mostly listen to a radio station best described as “oldies” – the kind that advertises for Grey Power Insurance and the benefits of getting your prostate checked – I really enjoy hip hop. […]
