Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Me: (entering kitchen to find puddles of water on the floor) What happened here?
Audrey: It happened by Calvin!
Whether she was scapegoating her brother or just reporting the facts, the question was dumb. My wiser friend Leah already told me that it’s pointless to walk into a room and ask, of the elder child, what has just happened or why someone else is crying or how these charges appeared on your Mastercard. As if she was simply going to confess! As if you could tell if her denials were true! As if preverbal Calvin even knows what’s going on!
Perhaps in these scenarios, as in business negotiating, my most powerful tool is silence. It’ll get me at least as much information as asking what happened and maybe, just out of curiosity, Audrey will reveal how that water got on the floor.
Or not. But I'm pretty sure I know how the apple core got into the drawer under the oven.
Sending out our love to the old man, who is having less fun than you might think on the Big Island. I'm not saying this merely to make myself feel less oppressed by Boston winter; based on his generally sleepy-eyed look over Skype, I can see that he's working hard and battling jet lag and would rather be here, hearing the crunch of Cheerios instead of beach sands underfoot.
Monday, February 7, 2011
“That’s nerd talk,” he said, all breathless and flushed.