A Conversation
“Mom, I beat level six!” “Dude,” I say, “I beat level six for you.” “Mom, my guy beat level six!”
Archives of Kyle Cupp
“Mom, I beat level six!” “Dude,” I say, “I beat level six for you.” “Mom, my guy beat level six!”
As much as I’d love to have the expendable income to splurge on every Lego set ever manufactured, the number of sets we’ve actual been able to purchase fit in your standard toolbox. Consequently,...
We had a rough morning with the boy, who protested getting ready for the day from the moment I opened his window blinds. He was still in full Occupy Waking Up mode when I...
My wife and I were conversing the other day about growing old, losing our wits, forgetting ourselves and others while doing our best to remain in love. She asked me, in a voice seeking...
In high school, only one kid sat lower on the social totem pole than I did. He made boogers out of rubber cement and stuck them up his nose. Back then I picked my...
At dinner the other night, the boy, in his very matter-of-fact tone of voice, proclaimed, “You know where I wish my head was attached to my body? Between my legs.” He did clarify. He...