One of the things I love most about reading old books are the weird medical terms you can find buried within them. My daughter, running across the term “fever and ague” in a Little House on the Prairie book, naturally wanted to know what it meant.
The Seven-Year-Old, proudly: “And I dug out all that too.” Grandpa: “You dug out all of that? You don’t even have your shovel. You could have…
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Grandpa, irritably: “I can’t find my reading glasses.” The Seven-Year-Old, sympathetically: “If only they had beepers like iPads.” Related Links: The Seven-Year-Old has had it with…
The Seven-Year-Old has decided to introduce Canelo to all of her favorite movies. First up, the Aristocats. Canelo seems to have enjoyed the movie almost as much as The Seven-Year-Old.
The Seven-Year-Old, disgustedly: “I was going to use Daddyo’s iPad to do some reading. But it’s slower than a snail. A snail could get from the…
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Normally, I just skim the comments that end up in my spam folder and delete them without thinking too much about them. I do this, because…
The Seven-Year-Old, spiritedly: “Buffy the Vampire Slayer? I don’t get that. Why do they always slay things that don’t need slaying? Like dragons. Dragons are just…
On a recent trip to Field Museum, The Seven-Year-Old and I wandered into a tiny room downstairs that looks deceptively like a pleasant little reading nook. There’s a desk, a wall of butterflies, a collection of bugs trapped in amber, and rat-sized beetles. What are those things called?
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