Faux Real

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The first thing Ethan asked after he saw Fidel: Do all mammals have nipples?
Why yes, son. Yes, they do.
(Or not. Did you know that male mice and male horses don’t have nipples?)

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Teh Snuggles, originally uploaded by feminaerecta.

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Mom, You’re Micromanaging, AGAIN, originally uploaded by educeme.

A quote from Ethan during a pre-Christmas cookie baking soiree with Anne and The Partner.
I decided to break my No Ethan Pics policy because this one is too [...]

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Doug II, originally uploaded by educeme.

This is what Doug looks like when photographed with a good camera. Still cute, still lumpy.
Many thanks to my friend Anne, who also took several incredibly unflattering pictures of [...]

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They Call Him Doug, originally uploaded by educeme.

Tonight Ethan regaled me with some Yeats and some Whitman, and I responded with Christina Rossetti and Lewis Carroll. Ethan found this poem by Rossetti particularly compelling. He asked me what it meant so I gave him a simple explanation. Offended, he asked, “Why would she want a dead guy?”
Come to me [...]