Spring Break

Late Night Airport Runs, Teenage Drivers, and the “It’s Not My Dog” Defense

My 16 year-old son is only in 10th grade, but I’m pretty sure he’s (eventually) headed to law school. That’s based on the following exchange the other day, just before I got to back to town after a recent trip: Me: “Gabriel, my plane gets in at 11 p.m. tonight; can you pick me up?”...
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"Thank God it’s . . . the End of Spring Break??"

T.G.I.M. (“Thank God it’s Monday”) Q: What do workaholics say?A: “Thank God it’s Monday” No, that’s not the scene at my house right now (or at least I don’t think so — I left a couple hours ago). Other reasons that can’t be my household: there are too many kids in the photo (I only...
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