When he was little, Ben knew dozens of dinosaurs with names unpronounceable to any normal adult. He was on a first-name basis with critters that hadn’t yet been found when I was a kid, back in the dark ages when we still used the word Brontosaurus.

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Barber. Wellllllll, not for this boy. more…

This has been a bit of a crazy week, with lost lunch boxes and late nights, so here, finally, is the update for the Chinese New Year post from earlier in the week.  more…

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

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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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It is hard to overstate what a great place Brooklyn is for raising a kid. The range of people and experiences that are immediately accessible is spine-wrigglingly exciting. more…

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