Category Wisdom and/or antics of a child
THE ARTIST IN PRISON, THE CHICKEN IN BED
Yesterday marked a doleful First: the arrival of Sage’s first green slip from school. I’d grown complacent in the absence of these ominous little papers, but now I have official documentation of my son’s delinquency. His transgression wasn’t quite worthy of a trip to the principal, but it was clearly obnoxious; his teacher’s hastily scrawled […]
Why Eleven Is The First Big Number
Sage suddenly looked up from his grilled cheese sandwich and fixed me with a gaze that was eerily intense for a five-year-old. “Eleven is the first big number,” he announced. I was startled, having never before associated grilled cheese with mathematical ruminations. “Wouldn’t the first big number be ten?” I asked. “It’s the first number […]
Sage’s greatest hits
Yesterday was my son Sage’s first official snow day; although the rest of the school kids just had a delay, for some reason, the afternoon 4K classes were canceled, so he was home all day. Since the snow quickly lost its novelty (he made about three forays into it over the course of the day, […]
How to name your turtle
This story isn’t particularly beautiful, but it WAS unexpected… My four year old son Sage got a new toy turtle from my mother. I asked him what he’d named it, and he replied, “Ria.” (Or at least that’s how I ASSUMED it was spelled.) I thought the name surprisingly beautiful for a plastic turtle, but […]
Moments of Unexpected Beauty 