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Not long ago, I wrote a little about how much I hate “Dora the Explorer,” which was becoming Sasha’s favorite TV show. As I said back in May: Backpack, backpack. Backpack, backpack. Backpack, backpack. Backpack, backpack. Backpack, backpack. Backpack, backpack. Backpack, backpack. But recently, I’ve learned that “Dora” has its uses. Namely, when trying to get [...]

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Murder is up in New York, as is drinking until you end up in the hospital. And in my household, toddler gun violence is at an all time high. Of course, it’s simulated violence. Like the Dagestani warlord whose son’s wedding ended up on Wikileaks, I only let my child play with a gold-plated pistol: [...]

Speaking of solipsistic television personalities, I have a confession to make: My daughter, Sasha, despite all my efforts to keep her unaware of his existence, has fallen in love with Elmo. This actually began several months ago. We’d be walking down a street and pass a toy store, and she’d see him in the window, [...]