You must do ass you like

I was of two minds about doing so

This is all very strange. I hope we get to the bottom of it.

I’m more troubled by the gigantic snake: genuinely large pythons are terrifying, whereas titanic ones that could just swallow you whole rather than need to suffocate you, seem more cartoonish and less linked to one’s primal fears.

I know it’s fair and proper that everyone date, should they wish to. But I can’t help but rather A-Rod wouldn’t.

I have met (through work, rather than any pretence at a social life of charisma) many American models who’re not household names. I will hugely generalise and say that the male models (such as Chad White) are absolute sweethearts.

Easy for oldies shuffle off their mortal coils

exactly ... there was only one larger kid at my school (the rest of us were poster boys for rickets) and he was known as “Donut”... this before I had ever seen a donut.

Possibly his agent is a Husky Kids specialist.

+1 stout little star

I had not encountered the term “husky” until I moved to the U.S. I like it. Husky. HUSKY.

Did any use the headline “Maid ‘n Mad-Hatter”?

If I could be frozen, to awake every century or two for a glimpse of the world, I would never be happier than to see that we had the same type of chart but across the galaxy. With crew.

Color me unsurprised. And pink. With some blue.

Right ... let them just be kids for a while... life’s too short regardless

Good luck with the adventure! It’s like no other! Even as you pick your battles, you learn a lot. The issue of gender and clothing colors is one that I now think there is no “right” way to tackle, other than to speak your mind and let your kids form their own opinions. I assure my daughters that pink is not just for…

I tend to think you’re right. The moms she was pulling up for their behavior were in all likelihood not bad people, just the product of their own time and culture.

Certainly her struggle is draining her: I admire her courage in fighting the fight 24/7, when most of us pick our battles, rightly or wrongly.

I’m always astounded by the moms who will say in very cheery voices, of their teeny daughters: “She’s a little flirt!” when the kid has merely smiled at or tried to play as an equal with, little boys.

I would claim that’s what I meant, but in truth, I had no idea.... this is perfect