The 7yo is miffed that I have a home office and he doesn’t.
“YOURS HAS ALL THESE WINDOWS” — wildly flailing arms — “AND WOULD BE PERFECT FOR ME.”
So he commandeers a closet and puts the antique chair-desk in it.
“Mine, mine, mine-mine mine,” he’s singing happily.
Basically, me in my first rent-controlled apt.
Published on December 14, 2014 06:29