“Nobody is going to catch me now!”
My three children love to play tag. They call it “pica.” That’s what all the kids call it in Spanish here in Argentina, where we live.
It’s a favorite game.
Sometimes it starts a day of play. And at times it’s the fall-game. It’s what the kids and their friends turn to when other games have been exhausted.
But they play with relish. [continue reading…]
“I should have worn cutoffs!”
Merry Christmas!
We’re on the coast of Argentina for the summer holidays.
It’s hot and sunny.
This is very much a homecoming for my family. Every summer we come back to our house in a pine forest a few blocks from the beach. This is Pinamar. We lived here for a little over two years, a place that we came to call our pine tree paradise. They were hard but glorious years that suddenly came to a halt as the crappy global economy and the need for better schooling for our children and professional help for our son, who has autism, drove us back to Buenos Aires.
But every year we return to spend our summers here, and we pine for it throughout the year. [continue reading…]
My daughter is doing swimmingly… Now.
There are many ways to exert money out of parents.
I’ve heard the whining method to the oh-what-we-could-do-with-a-few-dollars approach. You name it. They can often end with petitions of pretty please and sugar on top.
I’m not a tight wad.
I don’t have a wad to be tight about.
That doesn’t matter for my three children. All they know is that there are a few bills in my wallet and coins in my pockets, and for them this means riches worth anything to pursue, no matter the tactic. They are my Ocean’s Three and I am their Las Vegas casino.
I’ve kept them at bay for the most part.
But then came the direct approach. [continue reading…]