Grandpa takes The (then) Six-Year-Old to the beach
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…
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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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.
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…
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The Seven-Year-Old, spiritedly: “Buffy the Vampire Slayer? I don’t get that. Why do they always slay things that don’t need slaying? Like dragons. Dragons are just…
The Seven-Year-Old, angrily, to the sound of much paper sloshing around underfoot: “Why does she mess up my schedule like this? I have a schedule book…
Canelo crawled into my lap while I was working this afternoon. Within seconds my keyboard was covered in cat hair. The Cat Hair Ejection Fraction is…
Mommyo, grabbing her coffee mug by its body: “Oh! That’s hot!” The Seven-Year-Old, sagely: “That’s why they invented handles, Mommyo.” Related Links: More funny stuff my daughter…