LIKE IT'S 2007 AGAIN

Yesterday I turned two months old and reached a firm conclusion: this wonderful life they advertise is mostly an illusion.

I look at my little girl, drifting off to sleep in my arms, and immediately I feel like crying. And it is a difficult kind of crying to explain, because it does not have just one cause. It is a cry of happiness, disbelief, and love. But sometimes, it is also a cry of despair.

— Honey! Come here, quick! — What? — There’s a naked woman in the window!