Wordless Wednesday: Contentment
Every once in a while my cat does something that perfectly illustrates the meaning of a word. It’s his superpower. This week, the word he chose was contentment.
Throwback Thursday: Parenting Fail
Dateline: March 28, 2012 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…
Irony. Defined.
I find it fascinating to catch glimpses of what we were up to five years ago. This week, it’s Daddyo’s turn to be in the spotlight.…
My other car is a batmobile
On a recent walk home from school, The Eight-Year-Old asked, curiously, “Mommyo, are you ever a masked super hero?” Mommyo, evasively: “Only on days that end…
Bacon vs. prosciutto
Mommyo, passing the plate of appetizers around the table: “The Seven-Year-Old, would you like some prosciutto? It’s like bacon, but doesn’t need to be cooked.” Daddyo,…
“What’s flotsam?”
On a road trip somewhere in the Midwest, The Eight-Year-Old asked, “What’s flotsam?” My husband promptly answered, “Jetsam’s brother.” I was all set to file this under Funny Stuff My Husband Says and use it as a quick and easy blog post, but then my husband had to ruin it. “But I bet they have technically different meanings. Mommyo, why don’t you look it up?” So, what is the difference between flotsam and jetsam anyway?
Dinnertime at Caterpickles Central
Mommyo, curiously: “The Seven-Year-Old, will you tell us about your day?” The Seven-Year-Old, plaintively: “Do I have to? I’m kind of out of words and then…
More fun with idioms
Overheard in the bike lock aisle of our local Target on a recent Saturday… Mommyo, sentimentally: “Daddyo, fourteen years ago today we were packing for our…
Jedi Word Tricks
The caffeine consumption at Caterpickles Central has gone up considerably since we decided to move to Chicago. Mommyo’s alone has more than doubled. Naturally, The Six-Year-Old…
“What are crannies?”
Driving home from the Boston Public Library one day, I was evaluating the merits of the various nooks and crannies at the library as writing corners, when a small voice piped up from the back seat. “Mommyo, what’s a cranny?”
