Alas!
After just checking a two-day old e-mail, I have learned that the beloved Dr. Goldstein is going to Canada. I am truly depressed. Claire, I swear one of my two-and-a-half year olds looks like him; when his dad walked in for visitation, I thought to myself, I know that face! I got my first full paycheck today, got out half an hour before six, and we're about to eat at the Purple Cow. Work was eventful this week. On Tuesday, one of my three-and-a-half year olds ran his hand through a glass windowpane while I was working, and I had to explain it to his sweet mother. This afternoon, one of the boys said to the other, "We need to pick up the toys before your daddy gets here". (These are three year olds.) Dear Henry replied, "I don't have a daddy, I have mommy and Diane"--his two lesbian mothers who are very nice. I laughed. The demon triplets have been leaving before I get to their building, thank the Lord. Camping sucked last weekend, maybe because they invited two guys who are kind of in our circle, one of whom I have hated since 7th grade. Well, the mahja is home, so I'm going to dinner.