DADWAGON

Last night was pretty much the worst bathtime ever. It was time for the twice-weekly shampooing of Sasha’s hair, and she was having none of it, taking multiple timeouts before finally agreeing to walk into the bathroom, disrobe, and be cleaned. Only, I made a mistake. After squirting some shampoo in her little hand, I [...]

As surely annoying as it is to hear about someone else’s dreams, especially on a website ostensibly about parenting, but this dream, which along with a mosquito kept me from a proper night’s sleep the other day on the island of Samos, is odd enough that I’m going to force you to read about it: [...]

Nico, just over 2 years old, had a nightmare last night. Midnight, house asleep, everything humid, all windows open, everywhere dark, and suddenly three screams in a row, a repetition of words I didn’t understand until the the next morning. I have several fixed roles in the family. I often cook, even more often clean [...]

Last night, my daughter, Sasha, spoke to me. In a dream. It was lunchtime, we were hungry, other nameless, faceless friends were around, discussing where to eat. From her spot on the ground, Sasha spoke one word: “Burrito.” Stunned, we stared at her. Had she ever even eaten a burrito? And where would we find [...]