Saturday mornings at Caterpickles

Mommyo, gazing at the piles of toys, laundry, paper, and other debris generated by another week of living at Caterpickles Central: “Before we do anything else today, we need to spend some time thoroughly cleaning up.”

Daddyo, warily: “What does that mean?”

Mommyo: “Let’s identify the major jobs and split them up.” 

The Nine-Year-Old, enthusiastically: “I’ll be the product manager!” 

Daddyo, not to be outdone: “I’ll be the HR guy.” 

Mommyo: “Does cleaning the toilets fall under product management or HR?”


About Shala Howell

Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. 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), my writerly self can be found blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at, or musing about books and the writing life at
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