How I Learned to Be Me

I know one word in every language in the world.

My daddy taught me.

Baikin Man

My daddy is pretty smart, I think. I mean my mommy calls him smart alex (Ed: aleck) all the time.

He has been to a bunch of places. On all sides of the big blue ball. He speaks Japanese – “ha hi hu he ho!” – like Baikin Man, and Chinese and Russian, and he learned Greek and Hebrew at university and German in high school and even speaks Read More

Daddy tells me I have flower power.

My daddy went to attack (Ed: *ad:tech)  San Francisco yesterday by chew-chew train.

I know that because I saw the chew-chew train spit him out after it was done. Daddy looked better than things do after I chew them.

I am not sure who won the attack but daddy came home safely. That’s all that matters to me.

When daddy goes to these corn fences (Ed: conferences), he usually brings me some presents. To even things out, I make (I only got four dollars* so I can’t buy) him presents and give them to him.

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