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- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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- Back in blog
- Reading (it's fundamental)
- Slick
- Strawberry fields
- Get on the bus
- Boogie mornings
- Partly sunny, with a chance of Greg
- Secret handshake
- Happy Mother's Day!
- Samson Davis, Jr.
- Short-term memory loss
- Caption contest
- From father to son, pt. 2
- Brave, brave Sir Robin
- Gotchoo
- Nightmare
- Double-wide
- Guess who's coming to breakfast?
- On the waterfront
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