Tonight after baths: Owen the 4yo: Daddy, my penis hurts. Me: Why? Owen: I put soap on it. It burns! Me: Why’d you do that? I told you to just scrub with the soap I put on your back and arms! Owen: Lola told me I needed to use soap […]
children
nope. not assholes, we.
I was actually rather surprised at the internet’s response to this question, given that it’s 2013, and the Age of Commenting on Blog Posts concluded 4+ years ago. However, we (my bride and I) took your comments seriously, which were in stark contrast to the ones I got from all […]
are we assholes?
A few months ago, my bride told our oldest that if she made all A’s in her international baccalaureate program during the fall semester of her senior year–the last one prospective colleges will likely see and evaluate–we’d take her to New York City for her spring break. She wanted to […]
violent
It was 8:30am on Thursday. I was finishing in the shower after staying in bed an extra 2hrs to make up for going to bed at 3am after a black tie holiday party with 1400 lawyers or lawyers’ spouses/partners/dates. Everyone else in the house was gone–my bride was driving the […]
dancing
