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, October 10, 2007
learning to spell
As we drove home from pre-k, Lola was angry with me and largely uncommunicative. Finally she perked up and inquired, "How do you spell 'ass'?"