Hobson's Choice
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The Impossible Dream
We need so badly for some charitable organization to find out where we are and to send us address labels. It seems so anti-21st century to have to write out one's return address.
I am compiling a list of impossible toddler desires, moments when I cannot solve or redirect or even promise any hope. You know it's a bad day when I'm responding to these sorts of request:
(1) I cannot remove Eleanor's belly button so that she can hold it in her hands.
(2) While napping together, I cannot remove my legs so that she can have more room in the bed.
(3) I cannot make it a cloudy day (conversely, I cannot make it stop raining)
(4) I cannot make boys into girls.
3:19 p.m. - 2004-08-24
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