DADWAGON

That headline sure sounds scientific, doesn’t it? I have no idea what it means, but it feels like the right way to describe yesterday’s Getting Home From Preschool adventure. Man, it seemed like it was going to go well: I arrived to a loud cry of “Daddy!” from Sasha, who rushed up to hug me [...]

I spend a lot of time on this blog writing about the trials and travails of getting Sasha home from preschool every evening. On the whole, it’s not the worst commute: a three-block walk, three stops on the F train, and three more blocks to our apartment. Some people, I’m sure, have it much worse, [...]

Oh, the joys of riding the F train home with my daughter, Sasha! In a not-so-crowded subway car, she points at my eyes: “Daddy’s eyes!” she says. “Where’s Sasha’s eyes?” She points. “Where’s Sasha’s nose?” She points. Then she points at my nose. “Daddy’s nose.” Cute. “Daddy’s big nose!” Uh, cute? “Daddy’s BIG NOSE!” she [...]

In retrospect, it was obviously all my fault. As I sat on the bench in the East Broadway station, with Sasha at my side munching on her Chinese bakery sweet bun, I thought I might be able to quickly check my e-mail on my iPhone. I was wrong. As soon as Sasha saw the phone, [...]