THE RHINOCEROS IS EATING S’GHETTI

This is how it begins. We are driving to San Diego from Colorado. The trip has taken two and a half days, leisurely and fun. Surprisingly, our twenty-month-old daughter has spent most of her back seat time singing (“Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” and “Ring Around the Rosy”), looking out the window, and asking for her coloring books. Or rather, book — she has her favorite and the others don’t pass the test. Her speech has grown…