In 2012, my then five-year-old daughter and I spent quite a bit of our time looking at, talking about, and creating art. So it was a bit of a surprise to hear her ask one day, “Mommyo, what do I have to do to get a job in government?”
Diving through the Caterpickles Archives certainly is entertaining. Here’s another random funny thing my daughter said from sometime in our past…
Four years ago, my daughter asked me if we could do an actually fun craft one day, like hatch our own giganotosaur. Today I finally got around to scouring the web until I found instructions for making your own dinosaur egg from common crafting supplies and household tools.
My daughter left me this butter sculpture by the toaster this morning. The more I contemplated it, the more I realized that it was the perfect metaphor for middle school.
This week, I decided to hear for myself why my now 12-year-old daughter still collapses into laughter every time she listens to (or reads) the Bunnicula series by James Howe.
Public art you can run around in is the best kind of public art. This week, my daughter explores Whiplash by Patrick Dougherty.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
Once upon a time, I used to use Saturday mornings to post funny things my then four-year-old daughter said. She still says a lot of funny…
A little birdie told me this morning that it was past time for me to commit a random act of blogging. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
While swinging on the swing set one blissful afternoon, The Twelve-Year-Old noticed a furry beast with a rather fine set of long yellow teeth staring at her from his burrow. Naturally she wanted to know what was watching her. “Mommyo is that weird beastie a mole, vole, or gopher?”
