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`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
And helping sort laundry
waving at me
Here he is-standing in the #1 place I do not want him to stand.
Dishwasher is the #2 worst place



So we have an 8 month old climber on our hands. Yikes
Of course a Manhattan mother is suing her daughter's Upper East Side preschool for failing to prepare her 4-year-old for the Ivy League. And of course her lawyers actually used the phrase "getting a child into the Ivy League starts in nursery school" in their lawsuit. The mom, Nicole Imprescia, says York Avenue Preschool's crime (presumably besides the $19,000-a-year tuition) was forcing little Lucia to spend too much time with 2-year-olds and 3-year-olds. Slackers, no doubt. Imprescia says the school should have been focused on preparation for the ERB, an admissions exam required by almost all elite private elementary schools. "Indeed," the suit alleges, "the school proved not to be a school at all but just one big playroom." Imprescia yanked her daughter out after just three weeks and wants her money back, despite a no-refund policy. But we're not sure what she's so worried about. Clearly Lucia's heartwarming personal essay about a young girl's struggle to get out from under her mother's overbearing ways and overcome the stigma of this lawsuit will get her entrée into any ivy-covered institution.
Dude.




reaching for the mobile
reaching for the camera
reaching for beer
My knee in his mouth


That's it for now.On Children
Kahlil GibranYour children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.