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Those things, you know, the ones that happen to all kids, have started happening to my kids

By monkeys2 Comments

Today it was Zoe. Tape in her hair. A big long piece of tape seemingly inextricably woven into the side of her head. Bob escorted her over suggesting that “Mama will fix it.” Sigh. I looked at it. The fine strands of her red hair like cross-hatching on the white tape (I’m a graphic designer — our masking tape is white). I could feel it in my own hair. I flash back to gum, glue, countless necklaces (ugh, add-a-beads). I have no idea how to get the tape out other than to cut it, which will, of course, leave a…

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March 20, 2006
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Archie, tell your father this is now a meta meta argument

By monkeys, thoughts3 Comments

When Bob and I were first learning how to be “Bob & Laurie,” we had to work hard to learn how to argue. I come from a family that argued whenever the need arose — not excessively, really, just, um, Jewishly. Bob, on the other hand, comes from a good New England Catholic family that did. not. argue. period. So you can imagine our conflicts were a little, let’s say, clumsy in the early years. Bob wanted nothing more than to be “Oh Lord Please. Anywhere but here,” and would go to great lengths to avoid arguing. I wanted nothing…

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March 14, 2006
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While we’re on the subject, what is a “grit” anyway?

By funny ha ha, overheardNo Comments

Today at Q Shack I overheard three Dukie boys obviously experiencing their first NC bbq: . . . . . . . Boy 1, holding up a hushpuppy: “What are these?” Boy 2, picking up one of his own hushpuppies and examining it closely: “I think it’s potato…” Boy 1 puts down his hushpuppy. Boy 3, handing Boy 1 a bottle of bbq sauce that’s on the table: “Here. I think you’re supposed to eat it with this…”

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March 4, 2006
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Sing out strong

By funny ha ha, monkeys, overheard4 Comments

We’re driving in the car, headed to the park since it’s EIGHTY DEGREES here today. They Might Be Giants is on the radio but Zoe starts singing the nursery rhyme Old King Cole out loud, ignoring the music that’s already playing. When she finishes Lucy says “Wow Zoe. How do you know that song?” (It isn’t one of the songs we sing together.) “I know it because I’m a big girl,” Zoe responds confidently. “I make poops on the potty and I can sing Old King Cole. And I don’t need any help for neither. Do you wanna hear me…

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March 2, 2006
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