Let’s face it. Kids, some kids, naturally love raunchy jokes and songs. Little Max is off to kindergarten for his first taste of the real world. What will he learn? “Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg . . .”
My mother-in-law was on the phone. Could my 6-year-old son Peter come to Southern California for a week’s visit with her? “A week?” I thought. Could I get along without my little son for a whole week?
Pink dresses, powder blue dresses. Dresses with nosegays, kitty cats and sunbursts. Little girls, it seems, are the last stronghold of prettiness in today’s society.
A Case of the Human Condition: The Center of the Universe? It’s a Little Beach in Michigan, of Course
If I were drawing a map of the world, its center would be at Bass Lake, just where its outlet flows into the great, blue Lake Michigan. I have lived in California for nearly two decades, but like my forebears – my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother – I return to Lake Michigan every chance I get.
A (Contagious) Case of the Human Condition: How a Mother of Preschool Kids Outsmarts the Mighty Microbe
I believe in microbes. Microbes are like God. You can’t hear them, taste them, smell them or see them with the naked eye. But you know they’re there. Lately, I’ve had more experiences with microbes than with God. I’ve been sick a lot.
The kids were still pre-schoolers at the time, and it had been another night of sleep deprivation for me. “Tell me it gets easier,” I said to my friend Nancy. “Well, actually it gets harder,” she replied. Nancy has a daughter three years older than Peter. She keeps me briefed on the parenting realities ahead.