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“So, Mommyo, what are you going to do about Caterpickles, now that I’m in middle school?”

You may have noticed that posting has been uneven for quite a while now. Years ago when I first started this blog, I was posting daily. Of course, this used to be my only personal writing outlet, so that helped motivation-wise. My daughter was also much younger then and obliging…

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Look what the 9YO left on my computer this time

I wonder which book inspired this? Also, Admiral Canelo is going to have to learn not to leave his Top Secret CAT-FACE files open on a shared computer if he wants to keep his Level 12 Security Clearance. Related Links: More Funny Stuff My Daughter Says on Caterpickles

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Mommyo messes up The Seven-Year-Old’s schedule … AGAIN

The Seven-Year-Old, angrily, to the sound of much paper sloshing around underfoot: “Why does she mess up my schedule like this? I have a schedule book and nowhere in it does it say ‘Clean your room’!” Related Links: Operation Paper Slick (Caterpickles) More Funny Stuff My Daughter Says (Caterpickles)  

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The (then) Eight-Year-Old talks with Uncle Phil

Uncle Phil: “Have you ever seen magnesium burn?” The (then) Eight-Year-Old, sadly: “No. We don’t have that kind of science teacher.” Fortunately, she does have (carefully supervised) access to YouTube. Because there’s no way we’re trying this at home, Uncle Phil. Related Links:  More Funny Stuff My Daughter Says on Caterpickles

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Late Night at Caterpickles

It’s summer, so of course, it must be time to visit the Caterpickles Way Back Machine. Today’s story comes from the Summer of 2013, when The Nine-Year-Old was only Six. Mommyo and Daddyo are watching binge-watching Justified late one night, when Daddyo hears The Six-Year-Old wandering about. “The Six-Year-Old, is that you?” The Six-Year-Old, defensively:…

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Baby, it’s cold outside (or at least it was, briefly, for a day or two earlier this month — really just long enough for this to happen)

The Eight-Year-Old on a walk on a snowy, icy day in early March: “It feels like the cold stealth commandos are infiltrating my body.” We’re going to get blasted by a Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Blizzard now, aren’t we? Related Links: More Funny Stuff My Daughter Says (Caterpickles)

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The Eight-Year-Old investigates retail book pricing

Now that NaNoWriMo is finally over, it’s only natural that The Eight-Year-Old, who spent November drafting tales of Snoopy, the World War I Flying Ace on her manual typewriter, would find her thoughts turning to how she could use her words to bulk up her allowance. In an effort to understand the potential…

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The Eight-Year-Old goes on strike

After a hard day decluttering, The Eight-Year-Old and her Daddyo collapsed on the couch in the Family Cave. When I walked in the room with yet another empty 30-gallon garbage bag in my hand, The Eight-Year-Old looked at me defiantly and said: “Mommyo, we are on strike for four minutes.”…

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The Eight-Year-Old browses our bookshelves

The Eight-Year-Old, while browsing through our bookshelves, stops abruptly at a shelf full of pastel-spined books. Mommyo, curiously: “What are you looking at, The Eight-Year-Old? My books on child behavior?” The Eight-Year-Old: “Yeah. Why do you have those?” Mommyo: “They are my attempt to understand you better.” The Eight-Year-Old: “Can I read…

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The Eight-Year-Old eats lunch

The Eight-Year-Old, munching happily on a picnic lunch: “Pringles should not mess in the affairs of humans for they are crunchy, and good with ketchup.” Related Links: More funny stuff my daughter says (Caterpickles)

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