Ed Sundukovsky shares stories from Toronto’s West End
So, I’m supposed to write some sort of intro to describe myself and my family and life herein. Right. I’ll tell you this much: I’ve learned to sleep with one eye open in case of flying little knees in the groin. Also, I’ve learned that with enough practice you can virtually block out any sound with the aid of a down pillow. A synthetic fill won’t filter out the piercing screams like feathers will.
Seriously though, I’d like to think that I’m a devoted father to Sophia, 5 and Lillian, 2. These two nerds keep my wife Kristina and I in constant stitches, from their compulsive sing-song nature to their ever increasing demands of being fed and changed. To be fair that only describes Lillian. That kid loves a meal and thrashing to the heaviest of metal. Sophia, on the other hand, is our little lady, all proper and prim. Except for when she’s doing her favorite hobby, which is making fart noises at totally inappropriate times. She also minors in asking super embarrassing questions in the line at the grocery store, like, “Why where you wrestling Mommy without pants on this morning?”
