In which The Five-Year-Old puts TV in its place
Daddyo, trying one last thing to make Apple TV mirror over our wireless network: “Ok, The Five-Year-Old, in two minutes it will be time for kids…
Daddyo, trying one last thing to make Apple TV mirror over our wireless network: “Ok, The Five-Year-Old, in two minutes it will be time for kids…
It’s the day after Christmas, and like Santa, I’m taking the day off to spend with my family. Which makes it a perfect time to run…
Scene: On a cold wintry night not too long ago, Mommyo got into the car where Daddyo and The Five-Year-Old were waiting. Daddyo: “We were just…
In the middle of writing a letter to Santa, something rather unsettling occurred to The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, when Santa brings you kitties, are they already spayed?”…
The Five-Year-Old, strapping herself into the car on the way home from school this week: “Mommyo, you don’t have to tell me what you’re giving me…
As you know, we here at Caterpickles Central have an opening (or two) for a new pet. As it’s pretty much the first time in three…
One day last summer on our way home from showing Gran most of the Dedham bunnies, Gran and I got to reminiscing about other places we’ve…
Overheard right about story time on a recent holiday eve… The Five-Year-Old: “Goodnight, sleep tight, Grandpa.” Grandpa: “Good night, sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs…
You know, I thought the week before Thanksgiving was supposed to be the hard one. Turns out to be more like the opening bell for weeks…
Some days it seems like all a vampire has to do to prove his moral worth is to hunt animals instead of humans. “And sparkle in the sun,” Daddyo pointed out. The Five-Year-Old was fascinated by the thought of a glittery vampire. But she quickly spotted the flaw in that strategy. All that sparkle could give away a hunter’s position, especially if you’re stalking a wily sort of prey, like Shaun the Sheep.