There’s been a lot of children in my life since I arrived in America.
I expect the behind-my-back consensus is that I don’t really like children. And that would be true. I don’t really like them. But I don’t really dislike them either. What I actually dislike is the accumulation of dirt and noise that accompanies the children, the instant stickiness, the forgetfulness, incompetence and insatiable hunger for attention that is their right.
But these kids, and the Stuff That American Kids Do, ferried from one after-school activity to another, has given me a view of life here I never would have had otherwise: