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Dear Nice Lady, First off, thank you! On our way back from preschool, I sat down next to you on the F train—and Sasha immediately turned crabby. You know the kind of crabby: whining, limp as an overcooked strand of spaghetti, unwilling either to sit or stand or be held. But you! With the lightning [...]

My favorite type of parenting writing is the kind that tells you to re-examine your fatherly (or motherly) anxieties and then just dump them down a deep, dark mineshaft and forget about them completely. Today’s example—an article in Slate revealing that the milestones we rely upon to tell us how our babies are developing have [...]

Like most parents, perhaps especially New York City parents, I spend my days gripped by sudden, irrational anxieties—the latest of which involves our daily ritual in the bowels of the subway system. This is how it goes: It’s evening, and I’m bringing Sasha home from daycare. We patiently wait on the sidewalk outside the East [...]

As some of the more loyal Dadwagon readers may have noticed, I went on vacation last week and thus was absent from the site. Apparently, my replacement, Warren, left some of my fellow Dadwagoners perhaps hoping I was fatally injured while “knee deep in pussy somewhere in the Caribbean”. Nathan, who is the author of [...]