In which a new Mommyo truism is born
Recently, we acquired a 2012 Entertainment book in the hopes that it would have lots of great coupons The Four-Year-Old and I could use as we…
“So, where do we get to go, Mommyo?”
The Four-Year-Old, as the cop walks away from the car after giving her mother a ticket for an illegal right turn: “Where do we get to go now, Mommyo?”
Mother: “What do you mean?”
The Four-Year-Old: “What’s the ticket to? Is it to SteveSongs?”
The planet of Stuck-In-The-Muck
Time is a bit short around Caterpickles Central this week, what with two major deadlines coming up on Friday, so I’m going to let The Four-Year-Old commandeer the blog again. Regularly scheduled book reviews will return next week.
In which my daughter rolls some dice and tells yet another story
Happy Halloween, Caterpickles! I am turning the blog over to The Four-Year-Old today, so that I can focus on things like poofing The Four-Year-Old’s Elvis wig…
A Proper Paleontologist Is Always Prepared
The Four-Year-Old, working away at her backyard dig while her mother reads nearby: “Mommyo, when I get to the asteroid level, I’m going to need a…
In Which The Four-Year-Old Takes an Unwanted Trip Down Memory Lane
Mother, after mashing up a banana to use as the middle layer in a traditional Icelandic devil’s cake, thinks, “Mashed bananas were the first food I…
Is that truck exhausted?
The Four-Year-Old, on seeing a garbage truck spew an incredible amount of black exhaust into the air: “Mommyo, is that truck exhausted?”
How to Catch a Polar Region Allosaurus
By The 4-Year-Old Dress in something flashy for camouflage. Red shirts are best. They will distract the Allosaurus into thinking you’re dead. Set dinosaur baits in…
I have to hibernate soon
Preschooler to father at dinner: “I need to eat a good dinner because I have to hibernate soon.”
What do you call a group of pterosaurs?
What do you call a group of pterosaurs, anyway?
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