Earth is too prone to natural disasters, my eight-year-old daughter says. Safer would be to live in outer space.
Stories that are kind of funny (and sometimes gross)
My son wants a gun. He needs a gun. He has to fight a dragon. I want to help and do battle together. But where’s the dragon?
Our house got invaded by a raft of bugs, raising the question of what to do: live with nature or call the exterminator.
Is the traffic too heavy? Get out of your car and walk, drive through a wall, or take up tai chi and ride the subway. Your choice.
Who needs a dentist? A bit of string, a doorknob and a helpful younger brother is all you need to pull out a baby tooth and make a tidy sum of cash.
I was never too bothered about a clean car. Then I came face to face with the fright of my life.