• The Chaperone

    class trip 1

    Lauren [my wife]: I signed you up to be a chaperone for Liz’s class trip.

    Me: You know I have a job as a lawyer. Right?

    Lauren: I would take it a bit more seriously if you didn’t only claim you were a lawyer when you don’t want to do things.

    Me: No, I don’t.

    Lauren: And claim you’re a writer only when an attractive woman asks you what you do.

    Me: That is not true.

  • The Procedure

    If you’re not familiar with our son’s story, first check out this piece I wrote for Scary Mommy: The End of Innocence

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    Monday afternoon – Boston Children’s Hospital – bathroom

    I rub up against my wife, Lauren, while she washes her hands.

    “What are you doing?” Lauren asks.

    I shrug my shoulders.

    “You want to have sex in the bathroom of a children’s hospital while our son is having an eight-hour surgery?”