My four-year-old saw a bird through the window screen. Somehow this elicited from her a very loud, very off-key rendition of the chorus from Frozen’s “Let it go.”
“The bird is not flying away,” she pauses to tell me.
“Maybe it likes your singing,” I suggest.
“Maybe it likes ‘Let it go,'” she tells me.
“That could be,” I say, and she keeps singing for all she’s worth. Finally, having heard enough, the bird did indeed go.
“It flew away,” my daughter tells me sadly.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a frown.
Then, looking at me, her face brightens. “Maybe it Read the rest of this entry
Your five-year-old tells you not to sit in a chair “because you might break it.”
~Kim, mother of 4
Kim adds, “In his defense, I Read the rest of this entry
My 18-month-old daughter kept pointing to the full moon in the book Goodnight Moon and then at the crescent-shaped one on the wall that the cow was jumping over. My husband decided to supply her with, “Well, Sweetheart, sometimes the moon is full when the earth is not blocking it from the sun, and the crescent shape comes from when…[yada yada yada...]” When he finished he said, “Do you understand?”
She nodded her head diligently.
Then I said, “Daddy, Read the rest of this entry
they’re willing to send me stories like this!
English: An used toilet paper roll Português: Um rolo acabado de papel higiênico. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) There’s your Portugese lesson for the day. I just can’t get over why someone would take a picture of this. And why would wikipedia want it?
I was in the bathroom taking care of business while my two children milled around on the floor of the bathroom and my bedroom. Upon finishing, I came to the awful realization that not only was I left with an empty roll of TP, but there were no extra rolls in the bathroom either!
The only help I had were a nearly three-year-old and a 10-month-old. Read the rest of this entry
I don’t want to hear any comments from you, kid.
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. Several of my blog friends were kind enough to post at the beginning of the summer that they would be taking the summer off. Using that as a good excuse for my laziness, I decided to take the summer off too, without bothering to say anything about it (as I didn’t have a good excuse like they did). But now I’ve got a story I just have to share:
My husband took our girls to their cousins’ house to go swimming. His sister-in-law’s parents were there watching the youngest of the eight grandchildren while their mom took the rest to–get this–a larger swimming pool. Anyhow, the in-laws told my husband that one of their darling grandsons walked up to his grandfather and asked what that strange line was between his chin and lower lip. Grandfather calmly explained that it was called a wrinkle.
“My dad doesn’t have those,” the little boy informed him.
Then he turned to his grandmother who only wished she was going to get a comment regarding one of her wrinkles. Instead, he exclaimed, Read the rest of this entry
When my daughter was about three-years-old, we were playing in her room one morning . I had not even showered, brushed my hair, or anything. We were sitting on the floor and hugging each other, and she looked up at me and said, Read the rest of this entry