And here, dear friends, is l#whyIleftNYC:
"One director conducted a crossfire examination of our work histories and community roles. Another took place over the phone, with Jon and me huddled by the speaker to hear the opening question: “What’s your central parenting philosophy?” (Illogical positivism? Stoicism? Wait – pragmatism! I’d answered: “I do whatever works.”) At the previous school, the friendly director handed us dice with words printed on each side. “Roll these. You get a minute to tell a story – anything at all – inspired by the word you land on.” These had all been tricky questions about us, but today’s vague “describe your offspring in three syllables” was the first one about my daughter."
So there I was reading Why Children Need Superheroes and Make Believe Violence, still trying desperately to understand, while my husband reads superhero comics to our son, who acts them out. Head explodes. It’s getting just way too meta for me.