Hi, readers! I’m doing a research project. If you or a friend think you’ve seen the Loch Ness Monster, a dragon or a sea serpent, I would like you to send this information to Mommyo by filling out a comment below. Best regards,The Eight-Year-Old
Mommyo, exasperated while driving through an undisclosed intersection in Chicago: “There are pedestrians walking in 5 different directions here, which is sort of amazing, because there are…
The Eight-Year-Old has been typing up a storm on her manual typewriter lately. Sometimes her writing is a pure flight of fancy. More often, it’s inspired…
In which The Eight-Year-Old Howell launches a newsletter for the underappreciated Storm Troopers among us.
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Back when The Eight-Year-Old was only five, we spent a lovely afternoon building a village for her toy dinosaurs out of Lincoln logs. After carefully installing a sunlight in the roof of her sauropod stable, my daughter asked, “Mommyo, did any of the Presidents not like toys?” When I said that surely they all played with toys as kids, she clarified: “No, Mommyo, I’m talking about grown-ups. Did any grown-up Presidents not like playing with toys?”
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The Eight-Year-Old, slumping out of her room this morning: “Mommyo, I think earth’s gravity is stronger today.”
The Eight-Year-Old’s room typically looks like this: Last week, the maids came and transformed it into this: The Eight-Year-Old’s reaction on coming home from school and finding…
After a hard day decluttering, The Eight-Year-Old and her Daddyo collapsed on the couch in the Family Cave. When I walked in the room with yet…
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