James Lileks daughter reads her first word, sort of.

She’s read them before, but it’s been mimicry with a book as a prop. This was the first time she did it on her own - and I’m gratified to note that her first word was written in neon, and referred to vague minced animal parts in an intestinal casing. It’s more American that way.

Sidenote: The title of this post would lead you to believe that I missed out on that part of Justin’s upbringing.

Sadly, that wasn’t really the case, although he was nine when he moved out here. There’s people involved in that story that need a good trepanning.

Another interesting line:

Now that I think of it, I really ought to sue. They put an object attractive to children up on a pedestal; they did not rope it off, or remove the brushes, or do anything else to discourage its use. Should I be responsible for the moment I turned away and my kid hit the floor?
Well, of course.

Hear, hear. One down and… Five million to go.