Stix's musing on everything from fine art to literature, drama and videos, and quite possibly way too much about his children.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Necking
I'm not even awake this morning, when my son touches my shoulder and says, "Dad? I think my neck grew during the night. It feels bigger. And I think maybe it's twisting around. This bump here? I used to feel it over here."
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I'm enjoying the blog--you've really managed to do the whole blog as interesting public diary thing.
1 comment:
I'm enjoying the blog--you've really managed to do the whole blog as interesting public diary thing.
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