Connect Four, Jenga, Legos, Pictionary, & Play-Doh.
My daughter knows how to have fun.
I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels this way but, when I see myself in the mirror, I only rarely think “Yep, that’s me.” More often, I look at the mirror and think “Yep, that’s my body.” Then I feel this warm fraternal affection towards my body like “You and I have been through a lot together, haven’t we?”
McDonald’s is giving away an insidious new toy with its Happy Meals. These paper bricks open to reveal thousands of tiny symbols that – when decoded – beguile susceptible young minds. My son is, of course, hooked now and wants to buy more. Fortunately, we found a government agency devoted to treating this addiction. They’ll give us more and only charge us if we forget to return them. Thanks, Obama.