The Scene: My car. The Characters: Me, my five-year old son, and his best girl friend “Guess what, Mrs. Rama? What if da whole universe fell in da toilet?” (*riotous laughter, high-pitched squealing*) “Hey! I think I see da Eiffel … Continue reading
I bet Julie Andrews didn’t lose her singing voice from that botched surgery. I bet she severed her vocal cords yelling at her kids from the bottom of the stairs. Before I had children, I never yelled from the bottom … Continue reading
I’ve always pondered the great mystery of “Why do children rise with the rooster on weekends and holidays, but must be forcibly removed from their beds during the school week?” Until I had the brilliant idea to ask one of … Continue reading
I have found them in the couch, I have found them in a pouch. I’ve found them stashed inside a box, I’ve found them filled with precious rocks. I’ve seen ‘em hanging from the door knob, I’ve found ‘em wrapped … Continue reading
When the Twin Brothers Rama and I were kids, the pediatrician was Public Enemy Number One. Nothing good ever came of a trip to Dr. Laverick’s. It was humiliating, for one thing, and even if you weren’t dealt a shot … Continue reading
