Last night in a fit of frustration I couldn’t remember the oldest boy’s name. “Eli, uh, boy, uh, Caleb, sit down!” With a droll expression well beyond his four years, Caleb replied, “Okay, Mommy.” This reminded me of a game Caroline used to play when she was two, and learning pronouns and gender. “Caroline is …
Caleb: “Let’s read that book. It’ll be cool.” Me: “‘Cool?’ Where did you learn that word? Did you learn that from Nana?” (Note to reader: Nana is Caleb’s grandmother on his mother’s side.) Caleb: “I don’t know.” Me: “Are you covering for your Nana?” Caleb (sheepishly): “Yeah.”
I didn’t write much last week because I took the wife to San Francisco. I’m back to report that I don’t think George W. Bush will be winning that city. By way of illustration, how many of you remember Dennis Kucinich ( D Socialist, OH)? Many San Franciscans seem to remember him fondly, having enshrined …
Seems some of the fine minds who hang out at this Nazi website and chat forum are having a raging debate over whether I am a whiny Christian or a whiny Jew. Says one, who has lifted a picture of me and my son and pasted it into his comment: “Notice the frizzy hair, the …
