I really think that I need to get a haircut. I’ve been keeping it longer because I can pull it back and get it out of my face and if there is one place that I do not want my hair, it’s my face, but still, pulling it back does not stop it from getting messy, and also, I have this toddler who has a hair fetish and do you know what is worse than a messy ponytail that is not messy in the fashionable ‘Gisele Bundchen just throws her hair into a messy ponytail’ kind of way? A messy ponytail that is being dismantled, strand by strand, by an aggressive toddler with peanut butter on his fingers.
Not shown: messy ponytail, grabby-handed toddler, resentment of Gisele Bundchen.
Jasper loves the iPhone. Jasper loves the iPhone a lot.
Jasper loves the iPhone with a passion that exceeds my own, which is saying something, because it is only a slight exaggeration to say that I would save my iPhone before my husband if we were in a sinking raft (this was a favorite heuristic device of an old philosophy prof of mine, one that he believed demonstrated something important about the complicated nature of predicting altruistic behavior. I was never able to answer the question – would you save a loved one, a family member, or your pet? would you save a loved one or Brad Pitt? – without deliberating at length. Which loved one? How far is it to shore? Can my loved one swim? Would Brad Pitt thank me? How would he thank me? I would ask. I got an A in that class.)
Jasper would save the iPhone, no question. The rest of us would drown, and Jasper would go on his merry way, playing Elmo’s Monster Maker uninterrupted.