My little man is learning math. Since the birth of his baby sister on March 6, he noted that we are now a family of four. He continued: then when we have another baby we’ll be five, then when we’ll have another baby we’ll be six, then when we have another baby… I knew this exercise could get interesting because he had shown me a few days before that he could count from one to one hundred. But as providence would have it, he became distracted before our family had grown to double digits.
Internal monologue at the Boston Flower Show, from left to right:
Nahum: My rate for sitting still is one toy every six minutes. Time on the toilet is also billable.
Mom: I’m so sleeping in tomorrow morning. Don’t wake me up unless we’re about to move to a warm climate.
Dad: I’m not thinking about work I have to do. I’m not thinking about work I have to do. I’m not thinking about work I have to do.
Nihka: Flash of light. Sound. Sound. Mom’s voice. Hiccups. Sound. Milk. (Her neural pathways are still developing.)