What the ever-loving, craptastic, holy heck! I’ve seen adults reprimand kids countless times before, but it wasn’t until yesterday morning that I finally noticed what jerks grown-ups are when they talk to kids.
It began in the library at about 8:00. I overheard a woman as she was tutoring three middle school kids. The tutor, her voice already dripping with disgust, sighed, “Open up your textbooks.” One of the guys, who looked particularly bleary-eyed and tired, was slow to react and the tutor said, “Is this how we’re going to start? Really?” She was exasperated already and the kids hadn’t even settled into their chairs. She began to drone out the text and asked the kids questions that had clearly been designed by the chairman of the board of a mattress company specifically to put people to sleep. Over the next half hour, she split her time between reading aloud from the textbook and complaining that the kids a) needed to keep all the chair legs on the floor, and b) needed to wake up and answer the questions she was sleep-reading from the book. Continue reading How we talk to kids
Last week, I cut through the park in our neighborhood while I was walking home from some errand or another and saw a group of about 10 or 12 women enjoying a picnic with their kids. The kids had all finished eating and were playing while the moms chatted and laughed. (Don’t judge, working folks, you do the same thing around the water cooler, but you rarely have to interrupt your discussion about the Breaking Bad series finale in order to clean up poop.)
I have to admit that I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw them – for the socialization, not the poop cleaning. The kind of camaraderie I saw at the park or that I had with my colleagues in the professional world is rarely available for dads who serve as their family’s primary caregiver. Continue reading The perils and glories of being a stay-at-home-dad
Boston has a ballet company called The Boston Ballet Company. I suppose that, depending upon one’s mood, that name is either intuitive or conspicuously unoriginal. And now you know.
Here’s something else to know about Boston’s premier source for ballet-type entertainment stylings: 2013 is its 50th anniversary. Continue reading The Boston Ballet Company’s Ballet Under the Stars was Pretty Sweet
“Daddy, I’m bored.”
“You’re bored? Here. I’ll tell you a story. When I was a kid, my dad had a set of 1963 World Book Encyclopedias. An encyclopedia was a set of books. There were about 27 of them in all and they were supposed to give you an ‘encyclopedic’ amount of information, which means they tried to include all the information you could ever hope to ask. So you’d look things up like you would in a dictionary, but instead of just telling you what a word meant, it would tell you all about that thing or place or person.