"My library books are due today. Maybe you guys can take them back," my wife said.
"No. I don't want to go to the library with Daddy. With you, Mommy," Felix said.
"Well, you could hit the library and then stop in at the zoo."
"You could try visiting a museum, maybe."
She looked at me, lips pursed in exasperation, her eyes asking for a little help. What could I say? The library's children's room is hot and full of coughing kids. The lighting in there makes everything look kind of dirty and washed-out, which leaves me itchy and bothered -- like my immune system's fighting off a million germs. And I've takenRead More »from My Son Would Rather Do Anything with His Mom Than Hang Out with Me