When she 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 Cozy, our normally timid grey tabby, would body slam Mulberry 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?
Mommyo, tentatively: “The Five-Year-Old, your school is having an ice cream social. Do you want to go?” The Five-Year-Old, dubiously: “What’s an ice cream social?” Mommyo,…
Given the number of haunted houses and other Halloween-related festivities on The Five-Year-Old’s calendar this weekend, it seems like a good time to review the literature on a crucial question. Does garlic protect against vampires?
The Five-Year-Old: “Daddyo, I’d love to go catching fish with you some day. But not with a pole. With a net.” Daddyo: “Really?” The Five-Year-Old: “And…
The Five-Year-Old, mind-blown: “Whoa. That’s a mirror AND a picture together. That’s cool.”
Overheard in The Five-Year-Old’s room during storytime… The Five-Year-Old, curiously: “Daddyo, do you have an imaginary friend?” Daddyo, carefully: “No.” The Five-Year-Old, sadly: “Oh.” A slight…
Daddyo, as The Five-Year-Old prepares to stream another episode of Dinosaur Train one lazy Sunday afternoon: “Dinosaurs singing about trains. Wow. I think the love of…
The Five-Year-Old, who is a rabid Auburn Tigers fan: “Grandpa, I like the way they say ‘Awl-burn’ in Texas.” Grandpa: “Awl-burn?” The Five-Year-Old, with a hint…
Overheard down the hall from The Five-Year-Old’s bedroom… The Five-Year-Old, panting: “Boy, glacial boulders are heavy.” A few minutes later, The Five-Year-Old, in a tone of…
The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, when you saw the Easter Bunny, was there anything flying over him?” Mommyo, guardedly: “No.” The Five-Year-Old: “Phew! So he wasn’t being controlled…
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