The 6:47s

(Photo on left: Shala Howell. Photo on right: Vis-Home.)

(Photo on left: Shala Howell. Photo on right: Vis-Home.)

After a hard day decluttering, Mommyo slumps at the dinner table and stares up at Daddyo with bleary eyes.

Daddyo, sympathetically: “My Daddyo intuition tells me that you have a case of the 6:47s and we need to get you up to bed stat.”

Mommyo’s head drops to the table in shame. Mommyo, whimpering: “But I wanted to stay up tonight.”

The Six-Year-Old, leaning over to Daddyo and whispering loudly in his ear: “Daddyo, I think you’d better carry her upstairs.”

Daddyo, brightly: “Cheer up, Mommyo. Last week it was the 5:47s. At this rate it will soon be ten or eleven before you need to go up.”


About Shala Howell

I write about wildly curious kids, rabbits who hunt dragons, and 1880s Boston. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), I blog about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at, muse about books and the writing life at, or tweet about books, writing, science, & things that make me smile at @shalahowell.
This entry was posted in Funny Stuff My Daughter Says, Funny Stuff My Husband Says and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to The 6:47s

  1. Pingback: Wordless Wednesday: The Six-Year-Old gets homesick | CATERPICKLES

  2. Pingback: Caterpickles consults Daddyo: What does “fever and ague” mean? | CATERPICKLES

What are you thinking?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s