It was, as usual, another cheery week at DadWagon.com. We began with Theodore’s “Whoa”-filled reaction to the Twittering of a 2-year-old’s death in Florida, and from there proceeded through drunken baby games, the impossibility of dealing with bratty kids, murderous ninja children, and the general misery of living in New York City. And as Christopher pointed out, sometimes that misery is pretty miserable indeed.

There were a couple of bright points, of course. Or maybe not bright, exactly, but weird enough that they weren’t utterly depressing. I had an enlightening encounter with my doppelganger, Bizarro-Dad, and dreamed of burritos and bicycles, while Christopher amused himself with a Zen koan: “What is the sound of one tooth brushing?”

Nathan, meanwhile, was the thoughtful one, first exploring his babysitter’s crush on his son, Nico, and how that might skew Nico’s relationship with his sister, Dalia. Then he realized that things might actually go very, very wrong.

Oh! And along the way we threw a Tantrum. That is, we took on one of the big parenting questions: TV or not TV? I don’t know if we quite solved the problem, but at least it wasn’t the kind of thing that makes you want to take a rusty razor blade to your arteries.

We’re going dark now for the long Christmas weekend, but when we come back there’s a good chance we’ll have cheered up somewhat. Or not! After all, I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road,” and am currently distilling that featherweight comedy into a set of parenting principles sure to amuse and delight.

Until then, Merry Christmas!