Little Adults

Henry is 6 today. It’s so strange to look at your kid, your little kid, who was just a baby the other day, and to see the adult that he’ll become. A huge part of me can’t even grasp the concept, but I’m also wildly curious, and can’t stop...

My paper airplane wasn’t even that great in the first place

The other day Henry came downstairs with a drawing, wanting it to be made into a paper airplane. He looked at me and said, “Where’s Dave?” (The children call Dave by his first name; we honestly have no idea why.) When he couldn’t find Dave he...