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.
Monday, May 21, 2007
umm, how about a My Little Pony-themed piece of plastic crap instead?
"I want to buy a toy gun," said four year-old Lola, "a plastic one."
"Why?" I asked, surprised.
With the air of tired patience a genius must have when dealing with an imbecile, Lola said, "So I can pretend it's a real gun."