In which my daughter puts her dinosaur vocabulary to good use
The Four-Year-Old, watching her mother carve up a roast chicken: “Please can I not eat the chicken, Mommyo?” Mommyo, who is proud of how the chicken…
Bath Time
Mother, on a night when there are four adults present who are all equally capable of giving The Four-Year-Old her bath: “Who should give you a…
In which my daughter casts me in the next Elvis video
Four-Year-Old, after catching her mother in the throes of a spontaneous outbreak of dancing: “Do you think you could be a backup dancer for Elvis?” Mother:…
“How does Santa fly?”
In a sleigh pulled by nine reindeer fueled by magic dust and the hopes and dreams of children everywhere. No really. For those of you interested…
In sickness and in health
Daddyo, on finding me slumped in a fetal position on the couch, buried in cats: “Mommyo, do you want to go lie down? You look like…
Lunch
The Four-Year-Old, after taking a bite of her homemade quesadilla: “Mommyo, this quesadilla is yucky.” Mommyo, pushing her own plate aside: “Yeah. It kind of is.…
In which The Four-Year-Old answers her own question, sort of
The Four-Year-Old: Mommyo, I have both a question and an answer. Mommyo: OK. The Four-Year-Old: The question is, when did you get that bear poster? Mommyo:…
Jalapeno Noon
Or how my husband used a jalapeno to get my daughter to eat her carrots.
“Do white blood cells have white blood in them?”
Overheard in the playroom. The Four-Year-Old: “Daddyo, do white blood cells have white blood in them?” Daddyo: “No. Blood is made up of cells. Cells aren’t…
The Four-Year-Old writes Elvis
In which The Four-Year-Old gives Elvis some timely musical advice.
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