I think these are immeasurably better than any advertisement I’ve seen in the subway. The lesson: something that wasn’t intended is always better than something trying to sell you something. Hold onto your successful accidents and don’t spend your time … Continue reading →
I don’t think I have ever made as much noise in my entire life as I did just now trying to get out of my sleeping son’s room. As I left the room I kicked over a container of Tinker Toys. No one has ever made a noisier toy. Or noisier container. It is basically sticks and wooden drum mallets inside an aluminum kettledrum. After kicking it over I stood in the dark listening to the metal container echo in my akull and small wooden wheels rolling in what I envisioned as lazy circles under the dresser and bed. From the darkness a little voice called out.
“Goodnight. Sorry I made so much noise.”
Dear NBC, CBS, ABC, FOX and Whatever the WB is calling themselves:
Here’s your show: Get the robot from the video below, and put a GPS tracker on a contestant. The longer he or she can run away from the cheetah robot, the bigger the prizes.
You call the show, “Holy Crap, I Just Shit Myself.”
Some discoveries made at the end of five days of nonstop solo parenting.
Rules make great guidelines. They don’t make great rules. Being firm gets nothing if the only point is to win. Where is the joy in winning if it means no one gets ice cream?
After getting caught in a downpour on an impromptu walk across the Brooklyn Bridge I said to my sopping wet son, “Even though you got wet, I hope you still had fun.”
“That was the best part.” His smile was delicious.
Tiny clothes hanging around the apartment to dry are adorable. So too are small shoes with paper towels in them to wick moisture.
When your son yells “Its our favorite game!” and throws his underwear at your head, and you get mad because, well, dirty underwear, and then your son gets mad that you got mad, give him room, let him shut the door, because when he emerges twenty minutes later with a drawing and a note explaining that he thinks you are trying to make him cry you will get to be proud and heartbroken and you can see how proud he is to have sounded out the words and drawn the tears.
It’s worth discovering you are allergic to the adhesive in masking tape for the thrill of having dinosaur stickers applied to your back.