While we were munching on chips and salsa other day at Chili’s, The Four-Year-Old’s eye was caught by a picture of a man with a long white beard and long white hair wearing a glittering sombrero and dark sunglasses.
The Four-Year-Old: “Mommyo, is that Santa Claus on vacation?”
We interrupt our afternoon siesta (again) to bring you this breaking news update from The Four-Year-Old’s Mars Rover Curiosity Liftoff Celebration. The Four-Year-Old has completed construction…
Some days the real trick is just figuring out the question.
Daddyo, somewhat wistfully watching his daughter chomp down on the last of the bacon: “The Four-Year-Old let me know that she was a carnivore today.” The…
So I’ve turned the blog over to The Four-Year-Old. As I type, she is busily rolling the Story Cubes looking for a good story to fall…
After watching me work through one Thanksgiving prep list after another this week, The Four-Year-Old decided to write a Thanksgiving prep list of her own.
The Four-Year-Old, swinging her feet innocently as she sits in her favorite too-tall-for-me chair: “Mommyo, remember those old times when you used to take the iPhone…
The Four-Year-Old is an expert practitioner of the art of delaying bedtime. So much so, that I’m convinced that putting off bedtime is the way children develop the vital life skill of procrastination.
Still, bedtime is bedtime and not, as The Four-Year-Old claims, the best time for hunting polar region allosaurs, so something had to be done.
The Four-Year-Old, chasing her father in a game of tag: “I can’t run my usual speed for that long.” Father: “Why is that?” The Four-Year-Old, huffing…
The Four-Year-Old, munching contentedly on a milk chocolate pumpkin: “Mommyo, do you know why Sproing Cats eat a lot of sugar?” Mother: “No.” The Four-Year-Old, licking…
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