
Sometimes these lunch posts send me into deep reveries about parenting or design or something. But today is just a haunted toilet. Seven-year-olds are into ghosts. And toilets are funny.

Sometimes these lunch posts send me into deep reveries about parenting or design or something. But today is just a haunted toilet. Seven-year-olds are into ghosts. And toilets are funny.

If you’re reading this, you’ve probably seen at least one of my son’s Lunch Posts. more…

One of the most wonderful phrases in the world, to a kid, is “snow day.” more…

On his third day of life, our little guy, a month early and ramen-noodle-yellow with jaundice, was coccooned in a sling and carried on the subway to the doctor.

We haven’t heard from Frankenstein’s monster for a long while. Today he returns…and something’s happened.

So, when the creature went to the bodega, where did it go? If I were to start nodding off while a deadline loomed, where would I buy my Rocket Fuel?

O, Mr Softee! We live 50 feet from an excellent old-school Brooklyn ice cream shop, but there’s still something about those trucks that makes a kid’s pulse surge. more…