category: lunch post

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.

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As much as I love my son, I feel great shame that he fails to hate Jar Jar Binks.

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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.

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

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Ohhhhh, man, I’m stiff this morning. Gotta do some yoga.

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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?

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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…

It’s a dangerous admission, this close to Park Slope, that I allow my kid to drink soda.

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