Wordless Wednesday: Stuff on Cat Edition
“Ok, Cat Mom, here’s the deal. I don’t take off The Nine-Year-Old’s hand in just retribution for putting this @*&^%$ hat on me, and you start…
“Mommyo, did you run out of questions?”
Nope. I’ve simply been taken hostage by our tax return. Caterpickles will resume regular posting once I escape this paper forest.
Wordless Wednesday: What’s a tiger got to do around here to get some service?
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Baby, it’s cold outside
The Eight-Year-Old on a walk on a snowy, icy day in early March: “It feels like the cold stealth commandos are infiltrating my body.” We’re going to…
Help The Eight-Year-Old convince Mommyo that dragons are real
Hi, readers! I’m doing a research project. If you or a friend think you’ve seen the Loch Ness Monster, a dragon or a sea serpent, I would like you to send this information to Mommyo by filling out a comment below. Best regards,The Eight-Year-Old
“Why won’t that pedestrian just cross the road?”
Mommyo, exasperated while driving through an undisclosed intersection in Chicago: “There are pedestrians walking in 5 different directions here, which is sort of amazing, because there are…
Wordless Wednesday: The Eight-Year-Old’s writing nook
The Eight-Year-Old has been typing up a storm on her manual typewriter lately. Sometimes her writing is a pure flight of fancy. More often, it’s inspired…
“What do stormtroopers read?”
In which The Eight-Year-Old Howell launches a newsletter for the underappreciated Storm Troopers among us.
Wordless Wednesday: The Eight-Year-Old’s Homage to Bill Watterson (Marker on Cardboard, 2015)
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In which The (then) Five-Year-Old absolutely is not crying
One afternoon, Daddyo and The (then) Five-Year-Old were talking about emotions. Somehow, Daddyo found himself caught up into a not-exactly age-appropriate conversation about extreme depression. Daddyo,…
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