Monthly Archives: November 2010
“GO!” I yell as we de-board the train in the cavernous subterranean stop where school and work are. The boy shoots forward, lights flashing on his shoes, his enormous backpack pulling him side to side. The race, a daily attempt … Continue reading
I don’t think the puke on my brother-in-law’s floor had made him or his wife decide never to have children. I will say, it was partly his own doing, getting caught up chasing the boys around. Getting to be the … Continue reading
“You are a weird baby that drinks milk from the trash can.” At least they are creatively honest with their feelings.
“I had a good mind to clock your chimes.” My Father was referring to the time he almost ran over me with the truck. He was backing it with a trailer of yard debris on the back when I … Continue reading
“Hello?” “Hi honey, will you please tell your son that you didn’t die? Hang on… come over here and talk to your father….say hello.” “H..hello?” (snif snif) “Hi Buddy I’m not dead. I’m on the bus.” “Ok Daddy. I miss … Continue reading
“Well? What do you think?” The woman at Supercuts had just whipped me towards my bored and impatient 4 1/2 year old boy, who was just about to unsettle a wall of shampoos and conditioners from an enormous glass shelved unit. … Continue reading