Yesterday morning, as we were planning our itinerary for the summer, I asked The Five-Year-Old if she would like to go visit the Mayflower in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Naturally, she would. She was disappointed to hear that the ship we’d see was just a replica, Mayflower II. “What happened to MayFlower One, Mommyo?”
Overheard at a local park: The Five-Year-Old and I playing at dinosaurs out in the wild. Mommyo: “I’m a triceratops.” The Five-Year-Old: “OK. I’ll be a…
Last weekend, the Caterpickles squad traipsed into downtown Boston for a trip to the Big Apple Circus. Now in its 34th season, the cozy, one-ring Big Apple Circus is a Boston tradition.
The Five-Year-Old, pointing to clouds streaking across the sky on a recent trip to downtown Boston: “Daddyo, how is that even possible?”
Sorry I’m late. Mommyo and I have been busy. Those Yankees were really rude to spoil your party like that. Love, The Five-Year-Old Related articles: 100…
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…
Got all that? On discovering the foam sword display at iParty, The Five-Year-Old, nonchalantly: “We have these at my preschool.” Daddyo: “You have foam swords at…
Overhead at the Arnold Arboretum: The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, can I go commit a random act of art over by that lake formation?” May be time to…
The Five-Year-Old, completely unnecessarily: “Do you know I have a propeller in me? It goes vroom!”
Posting will be intermittent next week. I’ll be around, but then again so will The Five-Year-Old, and as she is ever so much more interesting than…
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