Soppho

Me: I’ve always wondered how people get on and off their bikes with their kids sitting in the little seats behind them. Seriously, how do they do it without tipping the bike over and dumping the kid on the ground?
Y Chrome: I’d be more worried about roundhouse kicking them in the face.
Me: Considering the number [...]

Presented without comment, the conversation outside of my window at 5 am:
Her: Don’t hit me! Why you hit me? Fuck you! Don’t fucking hit me!
Him: I didn’t mean to hit you! You fuckin’ hit me first! I didn’t mean to hit you! You fuckin’ hit me first! Bitch! I didn’t mean to hit you! [...]

A couple of week ago, I took a vacation to my home state of Connecticut and took Y Chromosome with me. It was one of a handful of journeys in his life to the strange and foreign lands above the Mason-Dixon line, and his first venture involving the state in which the CT wasn’t just [...]