I am giving Nat a ride to school today, and Nat is bringing a sock puppet to school for an audition today.

It’s a mustachioed existentialist French sock puppet. (It’s probably also an absurdist playwright and a chain smoker, but I forgot to ask)

I wonder what a normal families morning is like, because having a chat with an irascible French existentialist sock puppet is probably at least 2 sigma from the mean.

I am not sure if this is a parenting success, or a parenting failure..

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