By Michael The girls live in a different world, so I have to get my passport updated every year or so. This isn’t a curmudgeonly diatribe about the new generation and who-needs-it technology and mocking Twitter or FaceBook. I waste hours on FaceBook every day, by gum, and I’m as hooked on it as any…
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I Don’t Know Whether to Laugh or Cry…Yet
By Michael He was so cute, running through the mall ahead of his stroller and feeling the freedom that comes from being completely unaware that mom is holding the other end of his leash. Smiling, laughing and then, bammo. Another toddler hits the deck. You gotta pay attention to this the next time you see…
Socrates is So Much Cooler than Nintendo
By Michael Okay, maybe I missed the boat just a little bit on this one. Immediately after Thanksgiving, when the girls were annotating the toy mazagines like they were researchers at the Library of Congress, the item they circled most often was Nintendo. Neither girl was that big on Barbie and all the girly stuff…
Carving Out My Niche
By Michael Thanksgiving’s at my sister’s house this week. I hope she’ll let me carve the turkey. Carving the turkey, of course, is a guy thing. No matter how much time mom spends tying and basting and seasoning and schlepping the bird around the kitchen, dad gets the final shot at doing a Rambo on the…
Born to Dance
By Michael It’s one in the morning and we’re dancing in the family room. Jill, the girls and I are boogying on down and busting a move and, I don’t know, whatever it is people call it, and we’re having a great time. Even dad, who can’t dance. Nobody can remember how we got there….
Somebody’s Eyes are Watching
By Michael Pat (not his real name) called for a cab to the airport. He told the cab company there would be five people in the group, even though he and his wife had more than five children. One of his older sons turned to me and scowled. “He’s always lying like that,” he said….