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It’s summer, I have The Five-Year-Old to myself, and I’m taking full advantage of it. Today I’m running another Classic Caterpickle — a blatant attempt to give myself a day off by rerunning a year-old Caterpickle that I hope you’ll … Continue reading
Grandpa: “Many people just stick their head in the sand and just don’t want to know things.” The Four-Year-Old, aghast: “Stick your head in the sand! Ick! You might get a jellyfish up your nose!” Related Articles: “So, where do … Continue reading
As part of their Chinese New Year celebration last week, The Four-Year-Old’s preschool handed out little cards that explained the various signs of the Chinese zodiac. This was the first time The Four-Year-Old had been told that she was born … Continue reading
Lately, The Four-Year-Old has become extremely interested in the origins of words. Questions like “why are grouches called grouches?” and “how did goosebumps get their name?” abound. Naturally, these questions are coming at a time when Wikipedia’s English-language site has … Continue reading
The Four-Year-Old, surveying the world from her car seat: “Mommyo, why are some trees called evergreens?” Mommyo: “Because they keep their leaves all year round and are always and forever green.” Caught up in the excitement of knowing the answer … Continue reading
Pooh Invents a New Game By A. A. Milne Illustrated by E. H. Shepard Dutton’s Children’s Books Age Range: 4 and up Not much time to write a proper review, because as I type it’s almost storytime and I need … Continue reading
The Four-Year-Old: Mommyo, I have both a question and an answer. Mommyo: OK. The Four-Year-Old: The question is, when did you get that bear poster? Mommyo: And the answer? The Four-Year-Old: The answer is (dramatic pause) I don’t know!
One day as we were driving past the Once-ler Factory on Pleasant Street, The Four-Year-Old asked: “What’s a rehorsalpig?” Mother, shamelessly buying herself time: “I don’t know. What is it?” The Four-Year-Old, irritably: “I don’t know. That’s why I asked.” … Continue reading
So I’ve turned the blog over to The Four-Year-Old. As I type, she is busily rolling the Story Cubes looking for a good story to fall out. Ah. Looks like she found one. Here we go… Once upon a time, … Continue reading