The musical Six-Year-Old
The Six-Year-Old, pirouetting through the Room of the Very Many Couches: “Don’t mind me. I was just singing that earwig from December.” “♩♬ This is the…
The Six-Year-Old, pirouetting through the Room of the Very Many Couches: “Don’t mind me. I was just singing that earwig from December.” “♩♬ This is the…
Uh-oh. Looks like someone stayed up too late last night. Happy New Year, y’all. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles
Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles
This year, Patricia McColl self-published a version of Clement Moore’s classic poem, Twas the Night before Christmas, which edited out all mention of Santa smoking his pipe. And that’s a shame, because censoring objectionable things in old books robs parents of a chance to talk to their kids about why opinions on those things have changed.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been fielding a lot of Santa questions lately. This one’s been coming up a lot. How does Santa fly?
After spending the last month making appearances around the country, 107-year-old Richard Arvine Overton, America’s oldest veteran, plans to spend Memorial Day sipping whisky and smoking…
The Six-Year-Old, on seeing a copy of Jan Brett’s The Easter Egg in our local bookstore over the weekend: “I highly recommend this book, Mommyo. Mrs. Watson [The Six-Year-Old’s reading teacher] and I just love it.”
Greetings from the one remaining corner of my home where there is room to seat both me and my computer. I really thought this decluttering stuff was supposed to create space. Instead, it seems to have completely eliminated it. I hope to have better news on this front next week. But in the meantime, here’s this week’s news party.