Being in need of groceries on a Sunday afternoon, I hustled two small children to the store and prepared my script: “No touching the salad dressing bottles.” “No touching the pickle jars.” “No squishing the bread.” “No poking holes in the plastic wrapping on the chops.” “No running down the aisles.” “No eating apples straight…
Author: Backpacking Dad
I AM AN UNCLE!!!!
My baby sister just had a baby of her very own. Babies having babies. I know she’s 31, but she’ll always be 6, chasing me around, trying to get me to play with her. Now I get to chase her around and try to get her to give me that baby for a minute. This…
The Philosopher’s Daughter
Thoughts from the backseat on a drive into school: “Daddy,” she begins, “maybe this is all just a play.” Shakespearean supposing. Then, later: “I know, I know! Maybe we are all in somebody’s dream!” Cartesian consideration. I ask, importantly, “What do you think it would mean if we were all in a dream? Would mommy…