I’m trying my hand at novel writing. My oldest is eager to read my book. I’ve caught her a couple of times trying to read over my shoulder as I type, but I’ve told her she’s too young for it. At dinner she asked, “Can I just read the parts that I’m not too young for?” I said she can read it when it’s published. She’ll probably have children of her own by then, so it should be all good.
Then my seven-year-old said, “Maybe your book will be made into a movie.”
“That would be great!” I said, impressed that she was looking out for the success of her momma.
But then she added, Read the rest of this entry
The Kid’s Table (Photo credit: Michael Bentley)
The conversation at the lunch table today:
“T is for toot.”
“F is for fart.”
“P is for poop.” Read the rest of this entry
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When my daughter was about four or five, visiting her grandmother, my mom was telling her about her family. My daughter was asking questions about my mother’s mom and dad. My mom told her that her mother was still alive, but her father, whom my daughter had never met, had died. A few minutes later MY father walked into the room and my daughter yelled, Read the rest of this entry
“Why aren’t you playing with your new Prince Philip doll?” I asked my seven-year-old.
“Because he’s grumpy,” she responded.
“Why is he grumpy?” Read the rest of this entry
This mom has it easy.
Tonight my three-year-old son said to me, “Momma, you’re nice. Thank you for wiping my butt. Yeah, because I can’t reach my butt, and you help me. You’re so Read the rest of this entry
Cats, Kitten (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As promised a week ago, my five-year-old did indeed put on her kitten underwear today in honor of my birthday. “Mom, I’m wearing my kitty-cat underwear! Do you want to see?” Of course my answer was yes, and she proudly revealed her bottom. My seven-year-old, feeling a bit sheepish for having heartlessly chosen underwear with little forethought to my special day said, Read the rest of this entry