As I sit here in my office trying to work on my dissertation and not think about the election, the boy is but five feet away in a "portable yard." Some might call it a playpen, others, like my friend Brent, call it an "office." It's a cage. It is. I'm sorry. It's either the portable yard or a small child chewing on wires and pulling heavy books down on his head. But nevermind that now.
The point is that the kid is extremely cool. He's ten months old. He just started waving. He does the sooo big thing. He says "Mama."
He calls me "Fbbbbbt."
The little things are so much more important now.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
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