The Five-Year-Old Writes Poetry
Best sung in a happy, high-pitched, atonal five-year-old voice to whatever tune you like best today… “Zippers” By The Five-Year-Old Howell ♫ Zippers have germs And…
Best sung in a happy, high-pitched, atonal five-year-old voice to whatever tune you like best today… “Zippers” By The Five-Year-Old Howell ♫ Zippers have germs And…
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:…
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…
The Five-Year Old: “Mommyo, what’s a riddle?” Mommyo: “They are questions you have to figure out the answer to. Like ‘why did the chicken cross the…
Mommyo, tentatively: “The Five-Year-Old, your school is having an ice cream social. Do you want to go?” The Five-Year-Old, dubiously: “What’s an ice cream social?” Mommyo,…
The Five-Year-Old: “Daddyo, I’d love to go catching fish with you some day. But not with a pole. With a net.” Daddyo: “Really?” The Five-Year-Old: “And…
The Five-Year-Old, mind-blown: “Whoa. That’s a mirror AND a picture together. That’s cool.”
Overheard in The Five-Year-Old’s room during storytime… The Five-Year-Old, curiously: “Daddyo, do you have an imaginary friend?” Daddyo, carefully: “No.” The Five-Year-Old, sadly: “Oh.” A slight…
Daddyo, as The Five-Year-Old prepares to stream another episode of Dinosaur Train one lazy Sunday afternoon: “Dinosaurs singing about trains. Wow. I think the love of…