The Five-Year-Old looks at art
Overheard in the upstairs hall of the Kennebunk Inn on a recent trip to Maine…. The Five-Year-Old, excitedly: “Look at that, Mommyo! It’s a volcano with…
Through the Lens of The Five-Year-Old: The Bunny at the Dolan Center
The eleventh entry in The Five-Year-Old’s ongoing Photo Documentary series about the Dedham Public Art Project. This week, The Five-Year-Old met Jester by Liza Abelson. At the time, local readers could find Jester at the Dolan Center at 269 Common Street in Dedham Massachusetts.
“Is that the real Plymouth Rock?”
On a recent trip to Plymouth, The Five-Year-Old was unimpressed by Plymouth Rock. “Mommyo, is that the real Plymouth Rock? It looks real, but only realish.”
The Five-Year-Old Calls for a Consult
The Five-Year-Old, from the top of the stairs to her parents in the kitchen below: “Daddyo, I think there’s a biohazard up here. I just want…
Ice Age Flower blooms again and other news of the week
An ice age flower blooms again, how the forest grows, and other news of the week.
The Five-Year-Old Reviews Books: China Rabbits, Lighthouses, and Kindergarten, Oh My!
This week, The Five-Year-Old reads Kate DiCamillo’s The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, Kelly Briggs’ Lighthouse Lullaby, and Natasha Wing’s The Night Before Kindergarten.
GOOOOOOOOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!
We interrupt our regularly scheduled transmission to bring you this important news update. This morning The Five-Year-Old officially reached her goal of reading 30 books this…
Through the Lens of The Five-Year-Old: The Bunny at Dedham Library
This week, The Five-Year-Old visited “Not So Silent Spring” by Susan Angevin. At the time, local readers could find the bunny sitting outside the Dedham Public Library at 43 Church Street.
Classic Caterpickles: “Why isn’t the laundromat a real mat for laundry?”
One of my daughter’s favorite episodes of Word World talks about how you can shove two words together to create a new compound word that means something entirely different. For example, “mail” and “box” merge to become “mailbox.” She immediately began applying it to all the words around us, but became stuck on the word “laundromat.” “Mommyo,” she asked. “Why isn’t a laundromat a real mat for laundry?”
“Daddyo, what did our ancestors grow out of?”
Overheard when passing by The Five-Year-Old’s bedroom while storytime was in progress. The Five-Year-Old: “Daddyo, what did our ancestors grow out of?” Father: “Oh, lots of…
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