Another Kid Story
We are all in the car.
Esther and I are hotly debating some point or other -- bringing all our prodigious powers of analysis, empathy, and rhetoric to bear on some crucial point, like whether to look on craigslist for babysitters again, or whose job it is to call the landlady about the mold under our floorboards.
Noah is gazing contentedly out the window, watching the passing trees, occasionally consulting the book in his lap on the matter of hippos going beserk.
Aviva leans forward, studying us carefully, her brow furrowed. After a long while, she interrupts.
"I have good news and bad news for you guys," she says. "The bad news is, you're fighting. The good news is, you're talking about something interesting."Posted by benrosen at June 7, 2005 04:45 PM | Up to blog