Passages from My Nine-Year-Old’s Journal That Prove He’s Possessed by Walt Whitman’s Ghost
O’ empty day in the bore of my classroom. Today Miss Woolley asked me to remove my hat, and I reminded her that I will wear it as I please.
O’ empty day in the bore of my classroom. Today Miss Woolley asked me to remove my hat, and I reminded her that I will wear it as I please.
Why do I have a safety deposit box at Epcot full of cash, character location maps, and over one hundred trading pins?
I will still go to the farmer’s market, but I will definitely be glancing at the sky and looking for anything that looks like it might crash into me.
"I only had two glasses of wine with dinner." Ah, ah, ah. Correction: you had two AND A HALF glasses of wine.
All that changed when a (unnamed for legal purposes) billionaire “superhero” with no powers showed up and asked me to join his superhero team.
The lifeguards have radar guns now and if we clock you at more than three miles per hour, YOU’RE GONE.
You clapped for me in music when I put all the recorders in my mouth at once. They tasted like the way a basketball smells.
If you buy a homemade ice cream maker or a cookie decorating kit, you are contributing to the child obesity epidemic sweeping America.
Uber Parents: Be too readily available, allowing your children to summon you at any hour of the day or night.
'It's online! It's online!' – Frankenstein 'If you start the Webex meeting, he will climb on your lap.' – Field of Dreams
That man that I saw on the screen—that I had grown up IDOLIZING—was actually just some hack in disguise.
Kid: I like your new shirt, Mama! Me: Thanks! Kid: I like how it makes you look like you have a big baby in your belly.