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.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
like a bad dream
We were trying to put four year-old Lola to bed, and she resisted. "It's like a bad dream! IT'S THE WORST NIGHTMARE IN HISTORY!"
Aside from a sense of hyperbole, the child also has a well-developed sense of nostalgia. Putting her head down on her arms on the table, she mused yesterday, "I wish I were three again."