We Waddle But We Don’t Fall Down
I unwittingly exposed Emmy, and by extension Jon and myself, to the existential nightmare that is Happy Feet. My intentions were good, I swear it. One cold Saturday morning earlier this year I took Emmy to be tested for the NYC Department of Education Gifted and Talented program (itself a gnawing abyss of parental self-recrimination), and after her test we went out for donuts and … Continue reading We Waddle But We Don’t Fall Down
