The Polar Express would not have gone over as well if, instead of a conductor picking up children at night in a resplendent train, they were picked up in a series of white vans.
The other day my daughter asked me if physics allowed for alternate universes to exist and, if so, how many of them didn't include her annoying brother.
Funny how LGBT has expanded since it was coined in 1988. At its most elegant and nuanced, it is now LGBTQQIP2SAA. In 35 years, it's evolved from a sandwich to a password.
Sex is great but have you ever finally scratched that part of your back you can't reach with either hand and it's been driving you crazy for the past ten minutes?
We got a new flat screen TV for the living room and my daughter won the coin toss to peel off the protective cellophane. "Ah, this is so satisfying," she said. "Kind of like peeling the skin off a sunburn."
I finished Paul Coelho's The Alchemist, and a line has stuck with me: "The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times." But then I wondered, how does someone get up more times than they fall down ...