Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, November 30, 2012
fear the judgment of the children
Today was a rainy day, and Lola's thoughts when I picked her up were on another rainy day spent waiting for me at dismissal time. She and her friend "were sitting in one of the only dry spots on the stairs, you know, it was all wet. And we had one of the only dry spots. And then this car came tearing down, it was going so fast, and we all gasped. And I said, 'You shouldn't drive that way down here, because it is full of judgmental children, AND WE WILL JUDGE YOU. ' And we did."
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