Once upon a time, just before bed…
In which The Five-Year-Old and I have a conversation about the right age to begin reading Jane Austen.
In which The Five-Year-Old and I have a conversation about the right age to begin reading Jane Austen.
The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, what’s that bench about?” Mommyo: “It was given in honor of a lady who died.” The Five-Year-Old: “What’s her name?” Mommyo: “Nancy.” The…
This week, Daddyo read The Five-Year-Old John D. Fitzgerald’s The Great Brain.
The Five-Year-Old, on being denied a third episode of Wild Kratts: “Mommyo, if you don’t let me have any more tv today, I’ll read thirty books…
The Five-Year-Old, at dinner: “Excuse me, can I talk to you?” Mommyo: “Just a minute, Mommyo and Daddyo are talking.” The Five-Year-Old: “But it’s about your…
Overheard at a local park: The Five-Year-Old and I playing at dinosaurs out in the wild. Mommyo: “I’m a triceratops.” The Five-Year-Old: “OK. I’ll be a…
Remember when I said I had a backlog of Mulberry-related incidents to work through? Here’s another one. The (then) Four-Year-Old, rubbing Mulberry, our seventeen-year-old cat just…
Um… With your imagination? Any one got a better answer for The Five-Year-Old? She doesn’t like mine. Related Articles: Time Machine project for a child’s birthday…
The Five-Year-Old, waiting for her dinner to arrive: “Daddyo, do you want to play tic-tac-toe with me?” Daddyo: “Only if you draw the X’s for me.”…
The Five-Year-Old, yelling from the top of the stairs: “Mommyo! Come quick! It’s an EMERGENCY!” Mommyo, panicked, drops the pan she’s been washing in the sink…