Wordless Wednesday: Wake up, sleepyhead!
“Look, if you’re going to make me wear this collar, the least you can do is play with me.” Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on…
“Look, if you’re going to make me wear this collar, the least you can do is play with me.” Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on…
One of the things I love most about reading old books are the weird medical terms you can find buried within them. My daughter, running across the term “fever and ague” in a Little House on the Prairie book, naturally wanted to know what it meant.
The Seven-Year-Old, proudly: “And I dug out all that too.” Grandpa: “You dug out all of that? You don’t even have your shovel. You could have…
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This fall, The Seven-Year-Old and I went apple picking at Radke Orchards in Indiana. While there, I picked up a little paperback book of Old Fashioned…
Grandpa, irritably: “I can’t find my reading glasses.” The Seven-Year-Old, sympathetically: “If only they had beepers like iPads.” Related Links: The Seven-Year-Old has had it with…
The Seven-Year-Old has decided to introduce Canelo to all of her favorite movies. First up, the Aristocats. Canelo seems to have enjoyed the movie almost as much as The Seven-Year-Old.
Yesterday we met some friends for a Sunday afternoon meander through the Spring Valley nature preserve in Schaumburg, Illinois. As part of her program of studying trees (a project made easy by the fact that the park has little signs identifying each of the major types in the preserve), The Seven-Year-Old came across a little green and red-striped bug crawling along an old log. What is that?
The Seven-Year-Old, disgustedly: “I was going to use Daddyo’s iPad to do some reading. But it’s slower than a snail. A snail could get from the…
The Seven-Year-Old, reporting for Trick-or-Treating duty, SIR! This year she’s dressed up as Snoopy, the WWI Flying Ace. A better shot of the costume for the…