D出差了。 昨晚，和宝宝挣扎换尿布的时候，不小心扭了腰。半夜睡不踏实， 后来借了宝宝的大河马抱着， 才睡了。 早上，阿姨有事没来。 偏偏宝宝又有点闹。和他玩什么他都只玩几秒钟， 该睡早觉的时候不管怎样都不睡，还要哭和叫。听肖邦也不行， 菊萍姐姐也不行， 抱着很长时间也不行。 我于是很生气， 可是我生气宝宝也还是闹。 后来才明白， 宝宝是饿了。 果然吃了个牛肉胡萝卜的罐头， 就好了。我把他放到地上玩， 让他听童谣。然而， 这个小淘气一会儿要开电视， 一会儿要把保护书架的纸板拽下来， 我没折只好又抱起他， 跟着歌谣跳起来。
盼星星， 盼月亮，盼望闯王出主张，
不当差， 不纳粮， 大家快活过一场，
金江山， 银江山，闯王江山不纳捐，
吃他娘， 穿他娘， 吃穿不够有闯王。
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Andy and I made a bet on whether I can publish a New Yorker article. I consider his part of the deal too big a commitment.
“If you want, you can take back the bet on my New Yorker article. You may have been too tired to realize what you got yourself into.”
“Also, Let’s make it two years - life time is too long to be fun.”
I text-messaged him in the airport while waiting for my plane back to New York.
“You can change the terms of the bet any way you want. I cannot really hold you to a bet you are certain to lose”.
He wrote back in an email later because his cell phone is so old that the letters and numbers on the buttons are all rubbed off.
“Thanks for the encouragement. I will try not to have it done before you get a cell phone with lettered buttons”.
He gave me the last words.
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