The lunch that was promised is eaten for dinner upon return from Philadelphia
To be clear, this was just a personal best of four chawanmushi. She is still chasing the world record, set by another small customer of this Japanese restaurant, of eight in one sitting.
Art critic reviews Philadelphia’s Calder Gardens, largely ignoring the sculpture to fixate on the stifling heat
As public editor of this newspaper, I am not sure our critic fully engaged with the stunning art and architecture of the Calder Gardens because she was so sweaty, but she stands by her zero star review (as does the indignant French woman we saw at the exit berating the staff about the size of the garden, repeating over and over “Zis is not a real garden!”
Ladies of the newsroom leave daddy to his own queen bed for entire Philly trip
A sleepover here is defined as Laurea sleeping in the same bed as Kina, which happened for two consecutive nights as compensation for our being able to go out for dinner with friends last night—which is why this newsletter is arriving Sunday morning.
Kina to receive four (4) chawanmushis on return to NYC, and one (1) trip to Kawaii Store
A contract forged from long negotiations over specific numbers of chawanmushi, signed with thumbprints, tacked forever to a cork board by our front door.
Daddy’s argument that he made dinner, washed dishes, took her for ice cream falls flat
It’s not fair because she told me to dry the dishes and I didn’t do it right away and then she had to do it for me and Mommy has always said that it is important to clean as you go and I’m just laying there and she grated all the cheese.
Daddy and Mommy want Kina not to yell; Kina wants Daddy not to make “that face”
There’s a bit of a chicken-or-the-egg thing happening with the negotiations around behavior in our newsroom these days. Apparently, my reactions to her yelling at me make her yell at me more? Should I stop reacting? I’m just trying to be cute.
Listen, I’m all for a comforting snuggle, but this sounds like a publisher problem
I’m not saying that I don’t snore, it’s just that I feel like we all have a choice of where to sleep here, and my snoring cannot possibly be worse than a bad dream. Right?
We both feel pretty confident that she’ll remember to “get socks” on her own
Kina just… decided to take down these slips of paper we put up when she was seven that helped her navigate her mornings and evenings without my having to tell her what to do constantly (which would in any case usually lead to tears). She’s old enough now to handle everything on her own, but I do wish we left up the one that says “Kina and Daddy sing a funny song”. I’ll miss that one.
Dining critic offers review so scathing that we cannot name the restaurant
I couldn’t decide whether to lead with the pétanque hustler or “this food tastes like after you cough”, but when I said them both out loud, it was clear what out news angle was for the day. You’re welcome.
Daddy forced to visit multiple twee Japanese markets to find useless box of useless bandages
To be fair, it is strange that they out a rough-hewn cube of stone right in the middle of the Industry City play area, and directly at Kina shin height.
In a world where the CDC barely exists, even Kina knows that fast food will step in
If all we have to protect us from explosive diarrhea in this new regime is Taco Bell, does that mean that children will look to Taco Bell for more substantive forms of leadership?
