I picked Berit up from gymnastics last night and took her to The Siamese Plate To Go (on Pam's suggestion). I wasn't sure that she'd like anything Thai, but she pointed to the Phad Thai and wanted to try it. She liked it! And she even liked the bean sprouts and the crushed peanuts on top of it. AND she ate with chopsticks... so, I'm gonna give her some credit for broadening her palate.

She told me all about school. About Mrs. Cohen tracing out her body on a big piece of paper and her coloring it in; about making clay people in art. She didn't tell me what Pam told me later, which was that she was in tears because some boy was making fun of her initials - S.F. - calling her "San Francisco." I'm going to tell Berit what a beautiful and exciting place San Francisco is.

"Hey Daddy, 'Mom' spelled backwards is still 'Mom.'" she tells me on the way out of the restaurant. I tell her that's called a 'palindrome' and then we figure out a bunch more palindromes, which she 'collects' on a piece of paper on the car ride home.

"This is my palindrome collection."

I love my kids so much. It's incredible being a dad.