Wordless Wednesday: Jack Frost
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My daughter was underwhelmed by the Plymouth Rock when she first saw it. “Mommyo, is that the real Plymouth Rock?”
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When The Eight-Year-Old asked me why my hair was turning grey this last week, I was so tempted to simply answer with a quick and trite: “Parenthood.” The real answer, though, has more to do with melanin – or the lack of it.
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Eight-Year-Old does math with cats and discovers a new-to-her-book buried under her Elvis wig.
What? You *didn’t* put this basket full of kitchen towels here just for me? But it’s so comfy. Weird. In other news, I cleaned out my pantry…
Here at Caterpickles Central, we believe that everyone in the family works together to keep our household functioning without expecting any particular compensation beyond having clean silverware to eat with, the ability to walk through the house without tripping, and clean clothes to wear.
So when we decided four years ago that The (then) Four-Year-Old was old enough to receive an allowance, we didn’t ask her to do any chores around the house to earn it. Instead, we decided to use the allowance simply to teach her how to manage money.
The Eight-Year-Old, slumping out of her room this morning: “Mommyo, I think earth’s gravity is stronger today.”
This week, The Eight-Year-Old falls under the spell of two exceptional story-tellers, Roald Dahl and Brian Selznick, and shakes a literary fist at the emerald ash borer beetles destroying her favorite trees.