The Rules of Bike Riding
Father, preparing to allow his only child to ride a two-wheeled bike for the first time: “What are the rules of bike riding?”
Daughter: “No falling.”
In which my daughter gives some much needed encouragement
Last weekend, while we were picking raspberries at Monadnock Berries in New Hampshire, one of the bushes committed a vicious assault upon my husband, leaving him…
In which my daughter makes an educated guess about freeways
Preschooler, as mother drives onto the on-ramp for I-95:
“Mommyo, is this the freeway?”
Preschooler, a bit later:
“Does freeway mean there is no speed limit?”
In which my daughter lays eggs
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!”
In Which My Daughter Explores the Fuzzy Logic of Cat Math
Oh the things parents will do to keep their kids entertained on road trips…
“Why don’t fleas fly?”
This afternoon, after we had exhausted the topic of heartworm treatment in dogs (don’t ask), my daughter asked me about fleas.
Specifically, “Why don’t fleas fly?”
“If we eat healthy food, does that mean we’ll never die?”
Preschooler: “Mommyo, if we eat healthy food, does that mean we’ll never die?” Mother, suppressing a sigh and taking a determined chomp of her now slightly…
“Mommyo, when can I draw my own adjectives?”
“Mommyo, when can I draw my own adjectives?” “Um, now?”
“Did gravity make my ice cream fall?”
Yes. (Image courtesy of http://www.foodclipart.com)
30-10
Me: “Why won’t you say 40?” My daughter: “Because 30-10 is my favorite number!”
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