With Thanksgiving just around the corner, The Five-Year-Old’s world has become dominated by turkeys. Hand turkeys, color-by-number turkeys, dot-to-dot turkeys, even glitter turkeys, have all waddled their way through our house in the past week or two, on occasion escorted by a Pilgrim. With all this talk of turkeys naturally The Five-Year-Old wanted to know, “Mommyo, are there European turkeys?”
Walking home one day, my daughter’s mind was full of fossils. More specifically, she wanted to know if the rock with all the funky indentations she’d picked up could be a fossilized beehive. Sadly, most fossil “beehives” turn out to be fossilized coral. Here’s why.
The Five-Year-Old, sitting down to type up some business cards at her new-to-her electric typewriter: “Mommyo, are computers an older type of species than you?” Mommyo:…
Although Daddyo logged the first official mention with an email time-stamped 12:21 a.m. yesterday morning, judging from my Facebook feed and inbox quite a number of…
While I enjoy all the little games around Santa, and I will be sorry to see them go, it is much harder to teach your child that it’s important to care for others when your child’s world is populated by magical beings who are perfectly capable of doing all that work on their own.
The trouble with mostly drinking tea in the mornings is that on the odd day I do have coffee, it’s really effective. Recently The Five-Year-Old had…
Scene: Daddyo, pre-coffee, spills milk on the kitchen counter. The Five-Year-Old, sadly: “Daddyo, you are almost too clumsy for this house.” Daddyo, curiously: “What? Are you…
Last week we bid a tearful goodbye to most of the wonderful Dedham bunnies at the Farewell to the Rabbits Open House at the First Church in Dedham. We also read lots of fascinating news stories, including the one about the WWII carrier pigeon discovered in a Surrey chimney and the rubber chicken which became a NASA celebrity.
When she saw the Aristocats slurping happily at a bowl of cream, she naturally wanted to pour a bowl for our own cats. I had to shoot this down. Although Cozy, our normally timid grey tabby, would body slam Mulberry out of the way for a taste of the creamy stuff, the sad fact is our tabby’s tummy can’t take it. Why can’t cats drink milk?
The Five-Year-Old and I are fired up about our chance to go vote this morning. I’ve taken her with me to vote in every election since…
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