As I was trying to get ready to walk out the door this morning, I was asked repeatedly by my daughter if she could write my name. Never mind the fact that she’s two years old, and her concept of writing has less to do with conveying meaning and more to do with just trying to be like her big brother. The awkward way she held the marker and her tiny chicken scratch said everything they needed to.
Dec 17, 2014
What, you don’t see the rocket, gumball machine, and dump truck on there?
Dec 13, 2014
There are moments that you live for as a parent. Like his very first laser tag.
Dec 12, 2014
A glimpse of the future shape of the video game audience.
Dec 11, 2014
I’d forgotten how pleasant it is to stretch out on the couch and get lost, if for a few minutes, in an honest-to-goodness book.