Bath Day
Mommyo, disentangling her fingers from the hairs’ nest on the back of The Five-Year-Old’s head on a recent Sunday morning: “It’s bath day today, I think.”…
Reason #463 to stop eating fast food
As if we really needed another one. The Five-Year-Old, on hearing that another fast food run wasn’t on the docket until at least June: “Mommyo, not…
In which The Five-Year-Old auditions for a job at Hallmark
The Five-Year-Old, petting Cozy, our eighteenish-year-old cat: “Ahhh, love is popping out of my heart.” Spring Break may be over, but apparently, I’m still out of…
Happy (Belated) 100th Birthday, Fenway Park!
Sorry I’m late. Mommyo and I have been busy. Those Yankees were really rude to spoil your party like that. Love, The Five-Year-Old Related articles: 100…
The Five-Year-Old Does Yoga
The Five-Year-Old in Tree Pose: “I’m a little wobbly. But that’s ok. I’m like a tree in the wind.” Related articles In which The Four-Year-Old invents…
Tales from Spring Break Round Three, Part Four
Mommyo, after The Five-Year-Old has brought her a glass of water unasked: “How did you know I wanted water just then?” The Five-Year-Old, proudly: “I read…
Tales From Spring Break Round Three, Part Three
The Five-Year-Old, running circles around the little garden outside the Legal C Bar in Legacy Place, Dedham: “Mommyo, do you want to start a breakfast and…
Tales from Spring Break Round Three, Part Two
Got all that? On discovering the foam sword display at iParty, The Five-Year-Old, nonchalantly: “We have these at my preschool.” Daddyo: “You have foam swords at…
Tales from Spring Break Round Three
Overhead at the Arnold Arboretum: The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, can I go commit a random act of art over by that lake formation?” May be time to…
Warp Speed, The Five-Year-Old!
The Five-Year-Old, completely unnecessarily: “Do you know I have a propeller in me? It goes vroom!”
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