The Woodwork

“I’m trying to take a moment and see things from his perspective,” I comment to another parent as a teacher takes my son aside for a walk because he was running around instead of “dancing” to Soda Pop like the other children in morning circle.

Reading something the other day triggered a core memory of something that happened when I was a year younger than Benjamin is now.

My son learned to bicycle today.

M— is away for the first time since her cousin’s funeral, leaving me to take care of Benjamin.

M— sent me this article over text message, but I became more enamored in the cover of the cookbook in the preview pic, rather than the content of the parody post.

Someone at work mentioned this.

This morning Benjamin told us there was no eye in chiji.

I ran across this article reinterpreting strategist Peter Berezin’s comments regarding the market.

At work, I mentioned my first dice I ever had were the “wrong color” because the Basic D&D set I had, had a chit card, instead of dice.

From another parent: But now he just launches into diatribes about how we’re so mean and we don’t let him do anything and we’re hateful people because we didn’t let him keep watching Bluey after the agreed upon number was watched #4yearolds Yesterday, Ben…