If The Girl is in the crib, there must be something fun going on in there. What is she doing? Does she have blue or hazel eyes today? Does she want to play with my elephant blanket? Maybe we could make the crib into a fort.
Girl
But if The Girl is in her bed and I’m in mine all by myself, I have become a lone reed, a lost planet, a print magazine in the digital age. My father is ruining my life. I’m never going to have any friends, not even the kind that have a Zune. I might as well drop out of homeschool now and start hitchhiking across Highway 10 to find whatever is left of my soul and burn it.
No Girl