For a touch of hilarity, see this post. Or just look at embedded tweets.
Men get policed about their parenting, too. This is not about gender. It’s about having a non-scary personality.
Vic is trying intermittent fasting. It sounds very interesting. Maybe I’ll try it. The best of luck to Vic!
What’s holding Mexico’s economy back?
This was all known back in the 1950s, for crissakes. There’s a poignant discussion of the effects of this treatment in Solzhenitsyn’s Cancer Ward, for instance.
San Francisco State has made a huge discovery: it’s easier to pass courses with no substance than those with substance. Shocking.
Better scientists smile more. Which is also kind of unsurprising.
It’s ridiculous to berate people for not being ready or willing to parent their parents. It’s a culmination of a long-standing dynamic between them that one can’t know from superficial observations.
Fact vs opinion quiz. It’s a little primitive but fun.
I have the exact same experience as Mike.
An immigrant in Canada is defending freedom.
One genius parent came to pick up his kid from school in his work vehicle. Which happens to be a hearse. Seeing a hearse depart from the school almost put the other parents in a state where they needed a hearse. This is an expensive school. There are no 20-year-old parents! Everybody is an ancient old fart in a tenuous physical state! You don’t play such jokes on elderly parents!
Another genius parent entered the room where her kid was with a loud “Who wants to go get ice-cream?” Of course, all the kids yelled “Me!!!” Of course, she only took her own kid. And the rest of the parents immediately turned into evildoers who are not taking their kids out for ice-cream. Why the announcement couldn’t have waited until the parking lot is a mystery.
Well, we all know who I’ll be rooting for in this World Cup. Hint: it sure isn’t the country of the pathetic Putin toadie with an ancient pedophile wife.
The weather forecast promises it will be extremely hot for the foreseeable future. When it’s this hot, I become a mental invalid after 1 pm. All I can do is play Candy Crush and watch Dr Phil reruns. I’m in level 413 and winning every contest by a huge margin. This is so aggravating.
Imagination is a double-edged sword. Now when Klara demands ice-cream (a new toy, a visit from her cousin, etc), I begin serving imaginary ice-cream or playing with an imaginary cousin, and she happily joins the game. But it cuts both ways, as I recently discovered.
Klara declared that she wanted to go to the playground instead of school.
“You have to go to school,” I explained, “because I need to work.”
“Why you need to work, Mommy?” she asked.
“Because I need to make money.”
“You need money?” Klara asked. “Here is money for you!”
And she handed me a stack of imaginary bills.
“Now you have money and we go to the playground!” she declared brightly.
This kid is not even two and a half years old, and she’s already smarter than me.