cherish the zombie years
Tokyo, 2009.07.31
A friend, reading the blow-by-blow on these, our "zombie" years.
"Careful, because once you get through the zombie stage(depending on the kid) you may find you miss it.
Here's a bit of poetry my son was singing the other day at breakfast.
It's not my faultIt's not my faultIt's not my faultIt's in my penisIt's rightand it's badit's not a merry go aroundaroundaround
not a word was touched - this is verbatim, I swear. [Leonard] Cohen eat your heart out."