Ok, ok. So some of you more astute readers noticed a rather important error I made to the last post. The following photograph, which I mistakenly claimed to be of me holding my son was, in fact, a photo of my good friend Holden holding his sleeping daughter Calla on the train from Tokyo to Kyoto.
How do I explain and justify this error, you ask? I’m left wondering the same thing. A few theories surface. Perhaps it comes from a retrospective desire to imagine that it was my child who was sleeping peacefully on the train (instead of shrieking continually and disrupting the pristine Japanese silence). Perhaps I had a jet lag flashback (I still feel it acutely even though I should be long readjusted by all biological indicators). Perhaps it is merely nostalgia for that sleek, warm can of Black Boss (undoubtedly the thing I miss most about that magnificent nation far away).
Or perhaps I’m just testing you all?
Yes, we’ll say it was that. Good job Clare and Veronica. If I were the generous sort, I’d give you both a prize.
For now, I have some explaining to do to my tiny manchild.