The Singing Trash Can

I’d stopped at an intersection when I heard a whistling song blowing in the wind

Finally Useful

I’m reading a Richard Scarry book to my kids and the story is set in Paris. There’s a drawing of a poster pole: one poster simply says, “Le crayon est sur la table.” This makes me smile, both inwards and out. Why? This was exactly the kind of thing that school books were filled with […]