It’s been quiet around here lately, but that’s only because I’ve been sidetracked by work on my book. Things will get back to normal next week once this lovely burst of creative energy subsides. In the meantime, The Five-Year-Old has a question.
The Five-Year-Old, politely: “Daddyo, can we have a conversation?”
Daddyo: “Of course.”
The Five-Year-Old, curiously: “Were you alive before spiders became abundant?”
- “Mommyo, are computers an older type of species than you?” (Caterpickles)
- In which The Five-Year-Old gains a new appreciation for my age (Caterpickles)
- The Five-Year-Old makes a joke (Caterpickles)
- The Five-Year-Old picks up (Caterpickles)