Wordless Wednesday: Mary Crismas!
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cam·ou·flage [kam-uh-flahzh]: noun* the act, means, or result of obscuring things to deceive an enemy concealment by some means that alters or obscures the appearance a…
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…
While passing through Pennsylvania on our recent road trip, Mommyo, pointing: “Now that’s a decrepit old barn.” The Six-Year-Old, enlightened: “Oh! So that’s what decrepit means!”…
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…
As you know, we here at Caterpickles Central have an opening (or two) for a new pet. As it’s pretty much the first time in three…
When I asked my 5YO why she hated writing in lower case, she said she could never remember whether the b’s or the d’s faced forward. It turns out, this is a very common problem for kindergarteners, and not necessarily an early sign of dyslexia.
On learning that Natick, Massachusetts has a flea market that runs from April to October on the first Sunday of every month, Daddyo naturally wanted to know: “Why is it called a flea market?”
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?”
This question is far too old and my notes far too scanty to give you any reliable context for how it came up. But I can…