Tag Archives: these kids are crazy

My kid is made of rubber. Or titanium. Or self-healing plastics.

Posted on October 4, 2011 by

Tonight, as the sun set and the light waned and the sky leaked orange and gold all over the lake and the whole world shone, Leo and I walked back from his Tae Kwan Do class. Or I walked. Leo … Continue reading →

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You see? This is why we can’t have nice things.

Posted on September 20, 2011 by

My son, home from school and starving, went into the kitchen to get himself a snack. He opened the cupboards, pulled out our gigantic container of peanut butter (I buy it by the barrel), grabbed a bowl and sat down … Continue reading →

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Gas

Posted on March 9, 2011 by

This morning, while reading to my kids as we waited for the carpool, I had a sudden realization: I was sweating my brains out. When I checked the thermostat, I had another startling realization: someone had turned the heat up … Continue reading →

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