Adventures in international domesticity
Their babysitter asked if I had gone on any adventures. I think she meant traipsing up volcanoes, tracking gorillas, and crossing borders. So far, I said, I haven’t done those things. The adventures I have had have been a sort of domestic adventure where I find myself as the de facto babysitter, marriage confidant, and target of teen girl mockery. In one instance, I’m at a local supermarket with a husband and wife as part …