Emotional Advice from a Preteen?

I recently learned from Reddit that there’s an 11-year-old on the New York subway that sells emotional advice for two bucks a pop. No lemonade stand for this kid.

It’s a pretty interesting business prospect. Emotional advice from a ball of hormones, angst, and ironic Wicca worship. Who wouldn’t pay $2 for that? Sure beats your mental health co-pay.

Mommy Brain Strikes Again

A long time ago, in a kitchen far, far away…

Actually, it was five years ago, and the kitchen was in my old house, about two miles from where I’m sitting now. Yeah. I’ve really gone places. 

All I had to accomplish was one phone call. My daughter, S, was sick. Who knows what she had, but I had a newborn, a sick kid, and an addled brain that had been ravaged by a constant barrage of Disney and unanswerable questions. (People think Mommy Brain is hormonal, but have you ever considered the collective brilliance that would come from the world’s population of moms if they no longer had to come up with intelligent answers to “What color is a princess’s fart?”)