Lies, damned lies, and a small child

Baobao lied to me. She looked me right in the eye, and lied to me. And not just once. What to do, what to do …? Read more
Baobao lied to me. She looked me right in the eye, and lied to me. And not just once. What to do, what to do …? Read more
In which Papa Zesser finally finishes another letter, and marvels at Baobao’s ability to understand complex sentences. Can she also be reasoned with? Read more …
In which Papa Zesser once again learns a valuable lesson about safety — and its opposite. The terrifying truth is that danger lurks almost everywhere for a soon-to-be toddler, and a daddy’s job is going to get harder and harder. Do you want to know what new lesson I learned the other day? Then click … Rock, what, scissors? (Letter #010)