If you give a Five-Year-Old a fossil set…

You break time. Mommyo, groggily, a mere three hours after Daylight Savings Time took effect this spring: “The Five-Year-Old, daylight savings time is supposed to make…

Google vs. Siri

Mommyo, after yet another incident in which Google has accurately guessed what she wants to search for after she’s typed only three letters in her mobile…

Laundry day

One day while I was folding clothes, The Five-Year-Old came up and offered to help. Never one to turn that down, I pointed to a stack of towels and asked her to put them away.

The Sproing Cat’s Guide to Hunting with a Giganotosaur

This morning, when I came downstairs intent on rustling up a bit of breakfast, I found my daughter’s kitten class already well underway. This morning’s lesson was on hunting with a Giganotosaur, and seemed to consist mainly of my daughter running in circles around the house while shouting out various rules to her imaginary troupe of kittens and a juvenile Giganotosaur named Laura.

“How I Saved the Neanderthal” By The Five-Year-Old

In which my daughter writes a comic book.

This week’s menu, courtesy of The Five-Year-Old

The Five-Year-Old, helpfully as her mother works on the family’s dinner plans for the week. “That’s what we eat in Kitty World. Dead fish or injured…

Parenting Fail

The Five-Year-Old, under her breathe: “[mild expletive, mild expletive], our phone is broken. [mild expletive, mild expletive].” I knew the day when The Five-Year-Old started using…

Rusty the narcoleptic dog

The Build-a-Bear Lady, preparing to sew up The Five-Year-Old’s new dachshund at the store’s stuffing station: “Do you know if your puppy is a boy or…

When School Vacations Go Bad

Another in my backlog of Mulberry posts… Scene: I’m sitting on the couch enjoying a few minutes of down time during Thanksgiving break, when The Five-Year-Old…