Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Four year-old Lola insists I help her call her father at work today. "I have something I need to ask him!" Eavesdropping, I hear her inquire, "What are you wearing?"
Later, at home, Lola asks him, "Do you know what makes me so special?"
"It's because I'm very special! That is what makes me special!"