In which I discover that my four-year-old has a lair
Preschooler, eying my Eeyore mug: “Everybody knows about Eeyore, Mommyo. You know, I’ve even seen Eeyore.” Mother: “You have? Where?” Preschooler, nonchalantly: “Oh, in my hunter’s…
Preschooler, eying my Eeyore mug: “Everybody knows about Eeyore, Mommyo. You know, I’ve even seen Eeyore.” Mother: “You have? Where?” Preschooler, nonchalantly: “Oh, in my hunter’s…
Preschooler, munching thoughtfully on some Kix: “Mommyo, I know a woolly mammoth who lost his wool.” Mother, sipping her tea as fast as she can because…
Preschooler on using metal cookie cutters to stamp shapes out of (cooled) homemade soaps: “I’ll stamp it myself, Mommyo. I’ll be careful. Don’t you fret.”
Preschooler, on bath night: “Why do I have to be clean?” Mother: “To stay healthy.” Preschooler: “Why?” Mother, hoping to move things along to a place…
The Four-Year-Old: “Mommyo, can I give the cats their medicine? I can do it all by myself. I even know the song: ‘Just a spoonful of…
Every once in a while my daughter asks a question that is much more interesting than its answer. But while the answers to these questions are…
The Four-Year-Old, on the afternoon of the third of three very rainy days: “Can it rain cats and dogs, Mommyo?”
Mother, tired after fielding an unusually active bout of questioning and trying out a new strategy of tossing one of those questions back at the preschooler: “I don’t know, can it?”
The Four-Year-Old: “No, that’s silly. I just wanted to test you.”
In early September, NASA announced that the aging and arthritic Mars Rover Opportunity has uncovered evidence that life may have existed at one time on Mars. Specifically, the Rover turned up a rock full of zinc and bromide, elements that on Earth at least, form in the presence of water, especially warm water.
As you may recall from an earlier post, my daughter loves playing Story Cubes. During a recent bout, she rolled the following: It was only with…
Preschooler, handing me her glasses before climbing out of the back of a shiny new black Cadillac Escalade (sadly, not ours): “Mommyo, would you wash my…