Monthly Archives: January 2007
I was reading the Girl a bedtime story called “I Can’t, Said the Ant“. It’s a cute little story about an ant who finds a teapot that has fallen and broken in a kitchen and tries to help it while being encouraged by the spoken narrative from all items in the kitchen. Me: ” ‘What’s...
The news was on the tube and the Girl paused, noticing the all too familiar story flickering on the screen. “Mommy,” She said. “When I’m 18 or 19 I’m not going to war.” “Why?” the Wife asked. “Because when you go to war you carry a gun and people shoot at you and then you’re...
