While I'm mopping up snot and drool and spit up and smashed carrots and pink antibiotics twice a day, this is what my friends in San Francisco are up to: discovering Finnegan's Wake, read aloud on a street corner.

Since we can't be there, take a moment and read Dana Gioia's poem -- out loud. Just do it. Read it to your kids and make them laugh at kooky mom.

Thank you, Michele!