It’s been nearly a week since I answered any of my daughter’s questions, and boy are they piling up. Today, I answer several quick ones about worms, hedgehogs, and how many shots my daughter would need to visit hedgehogs in their native habitat.
The Five-Year-Old, petting Cozy, our eighteenish-year-old cat: “Ahhh, love is popping out of my heart.” Spring Break may be over, but apparently, I’m still out of…
Sorry I’m late. Mommyo and I have been busy. Those Yankees were really rude to spoil your party like that. Love, The Five-Year-Old Related articles: 100…
The Five-Year-Old in Tree Pose: “I’m a little wobbly. But that’s ok. I’m like a tree in the wind.” Related articles In which The Four-Year-Old invents…
Mommyo, after The Five-Year-Old has brought her a glass of water unasked: “How did you know I wanted water just then?” The Five-Year-Old, proudly: “I read…
The Five-Year-Old, running circles around the little garden outside the Legal C Bar in Legacy Place, Dedham: “Mommyo, do you want to start a breakfast and…
We picked up Susan Pearson’s Who Swallowed Harold on a whim. The Five-Year-Old’s whim to be precise. She thought the picture on the front cover looked funny. I thought that was as good a reason as any. What a happy surprise this book was!
Got all that? On discovering the foam sword display at iParty, The Five-Year-Old, nonchalantly: “We have these at my preschool.” Daddyo: “You have foam swords at…
Oddly, when you type this question into Google, you get lots and lots of links pointing you to bacteria that are smaller than other bacteria. Almost…
Overhead at the Arnold Arboretum: The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, can I go commit a random act of art over by that lake formation?” May be time to…
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