The Four-Year-Old has been asking questions much more quickly than I can research and answer them. At the moment, my pending questions queue has some 115 questions in it. So in an effort to tame the beast a bit, I’m going to break with my one primary question per Caterpickle routine and deal with several unrelated questions about glow-in-the-dark cats, fossils in Iceland (or the lack thereof), and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer all at once.
Preschooler to father at dinner: “I need to eat a good dinner because I have to hibernate soon.”
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…
Immortality through nouns Krulwich Wonders is chock full of helpful advice on the topic of achieving immortality through nouns. Turns out maverick, bloomer, cardigan, and guillotine…
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…
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.”
Preschooler, evaluating whether or not she’d like to volunteer with her mother at the local animal shelter:
“Will they pay us in free kittens?”
When my daughter saw the Aristocats slurping happily at a bowl of cream, she naturally wanted to pour a bowl for our own cats. I had to shoot this down. Although our normally timid grey tabby would body slam our calico out of the way for a taste of the creamy stuff, the sad fact is our tabby’s tummy can’t take it. Why can’t cats drink milk?
From reading this blog you might think that my four-year-old daughter was simply obsessed with dinosaurs, but that is only because I have refrained from reporting most of her cat-related antics on the theory that the Internet already has enough cats. So when I found The Cat’s Pajamas in the bargain bin at my local bookstore, I was pretty sure I’d found a winner.
Preschooler, rushing into mother’s room: “Mommyo! Mommyo! I just laid some eggs in the bathroom!”
Mother: “How’d that go for you?”
Preschooler: “Great! I’ll have even more kittens soon!”
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