The Seven-Year-Old practices her mad scientist cackle
Background: This semester we gave The Seven-Year-Old the option to sign up for two after school classes. She picked Old School Sports, which teaches you to play old-fashioned games like…
Wordless Wednesday: Winter. Here. Now. For a very long time. Maybe forever. Bleak.
Mommyo, wailing in despair after checking this week’s forecast: “Daddyo, why did you ever bring me to this wretched place?” Daddyo: “Cryogenic preservation.” Related Links: Wordless Wednesday…
Snacktime at Caterpickles Central
I’ve been making a lot of green smoothies lately in an attempt to painlessly increase my fruit and vegetable intake. I love them (usually). The Seven-Year-Old is…
Dinnertime at Caterpickles Central
Mommyo, curiously: “The Seven-Year-Old, will you tell us about your day?” The Seven-Year-Old, plaintively: “Do I have to? I’m kind of out of words and then…
Driving while parenting, Episode VI
The other day while we were driving down one of Chicago’s highway, we were passed by a Hummer. Not just any Hummer, but a special one, one…
The Seven-Year-Old gets even
Nearly every day, the Seven-Year-Old comes home from school with a tale of how one boy or another grossed her out at lunch so badly that she couldn’t eat — generally by chewing with his mouth open — a teachable moment if ever there was one — or by playing out bathroom humor with (in)appropriate sound effects around the lunch table.
Except for one glorious day last week.
The Seven-Year-Old eats grilled cheese
The Seven-Year-Old, enthusiastically: “It was so good I couldn’t even taste it!” Related Links: More Funny Stuff My Daughter Says (Caterpickles)
“Mommyo, can we have an old-timey Thanksgiving?”
We are hosting Thanksgiving this year, and as usual, back when hosting was still a hypothetical prospect, The Seven-Year-Old and I got pretty excited about the possibilities. The Seven-Year-Old, brilliantly: “Mommyo, can we have an old-timey Thanksgiving?”
The Seven-Year-Old misses her teeth
The Seven-Year-Old, wistfully: “I can still feel those teeth. I can feel their little souls still in me.” Of course, this didn’t keep her from trying…
Caterpickles consults Daddyo: What does “fever and ague” mean?
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.
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