Tales from Spring Break Round Three, Part Four
Mommyo, after The Five-Year-Old has brought her a glass of water unasked: “How did you know I wanted water just then?” The Five-Year-Old, proudly: “I read…
Mommyo, after The Five-Year-Old has brought her a glass of water unasked: “How did you know I wanted water just then?” The Five-Year-Old, proudly: “I read…
The Five-Year-Old, running circles around the little garden outside the Legal C Bar in Legacy Place, Dedham: “Mommyo, do you want to start a breakfast and…
The Five-Year-Old, completely unnecessarily: “Do you know I have a propeller in me? It goes vroom!”
Sometime last year, The Five-Year-Old discovered the highly informative children’s book series “The Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About That.” The books relay all…
You break time. Mommyo, groggily, a mere three hours after Daylight Savings Time took effect this spring: “The Five-Year-Old, daylight savings time is supposed to make…
Mommyo, after yet another incident in which Google has accurately guessed what she wants to search for after she’s typed only three letters in her mobile…
One day while I was folding clothes, The Five-Year-Old came up and offered to help. Never one to turn that down, I pointed to a stack of towels and asked her to put them away.
The Five-Year-Old, helpfully as her mother works on the family’s dinner plans for the week. “That’s what we eat in Kitty World. Dead fish or injured…
The Five-Year-Old, under her breathe: “[mild expletive, mild expletive], our phone is broken. [mild expletive, mild expletive].” I knew the day when The Five-Year-Old started using…
The Build-a-Bear Lady, preparing to sew up The Five-Year-Old’s new dachshund at the store’s stuffing station: “Do you know if your puppy is a boy or…