Monthly Archives: January 2009

Last week, on the rainy drive to school: “Those guys are dancing, Daddy.” “Who’s dancing?” “Those guys. There.” “Where? Outside?” “No. The wipers.” “Oh. The windshield wipers are dancing.” “Yeah.” “You’re right. They are. They’re dancing.” “I wish there would … Continue reading →

Tonight at dinner: “Guess what, Mommy? I have movies in my eyes.” “Wow. Really?” “How I get them is I close my eyes super-tightly.”

This morning: “Daddy?” “Yes?” “I wish the sun were the moon.” “You do?” “And I wish that coffee could talk. That would be funny.”

I’ve been fascinated by the whole presidential oath of office flub. Thankfully, blame has fallen on the proper party: Chief Justice John Roberts. But could Roberts’s screw-up have to do with the fact that he was performing a little impromptu … Continue reading →

Typical suburban scene: Friday night, late-ish, squeezing in a last-minute food run at Trader Joe’s before they close. It’s one of those rare shopping trips that’s kid-less, and I’m pathetically basking in the freedom of the moment and the freedom … Continue reading →