Now calm down. I’m not about to insult The Duke. I grew up on John Wayne movies, including this one mentioned in a comment someone kindly left in the Add Your Own Story section of this blog. Check it out:
Last night we finished watching The Quiet Man with John Wayne.
6 Yr old son: Papa, that movie is going to give me nightmares.
Papa: What part?
6 Yr old son: What’s a nightmare?
Papa: Bad dreams that scare you.
6 Yr old son: Never mind… I’ll be okay.
Too cute, right?
I responded to this by thanking the person for evidently thinking of me shortly after it happened. He responded: Read the rest of this entry
Whilst caressing my cheek and speaking in a sweet voice, my daughter said, “Mommy, I really don’t like you. I like daddy.”
And someone else sent me this nugget: Read the rest of this entry
Here are a few scattered stories I’ve been saving up.
The kids have an inflatable globe for school. I walked into the bathroom and found it on the floor. I picked it up and handed it back to them saying, “When I go to the bathroom, I don’t want the whole world watching.”
Can you guess where we live? The girls have made it easier to identify their home planet. I mean country.
And for my readers from the land down under, here’s what the world looks like for you.
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Here’s one from my draft slush pile that I just rediscovered and found rather amusing. The timing is off, but hey….
The night before Thanksgiving my sister took her daughter to New York City to watch the balloons being blown up for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. On the way to the city her four-year-old asked, Read the rest of this entry
The girls were looking at their baby albums. My middle daughter, the most dramatic of the bunch by far, announced in a grandiose voice, “It’s time for the tale of the babies! Part One: Baby Gemma grows up!” Read the rest of this entry
I present to you:
More Proof that My Oldest Daughter is Truly My Child
At dinner, I went straight for the vegetables on my plate. They were my favorite part of the meal. When my daughter scooped into the pot for her third helping of vegetables, she lamented, “Oh, man. They’re almost gone!”
I was listening to one of my all-time favorite songs, Unthought Known, when Daughter (don’t call me that–bonus points if you get the reference) wandered over and said, “I like this song. It attracted me the way Read the rest of this entry
Some churches provide donuts after Mass for parishioners to munch while they mingle. This is a great bribery tool for parents who want their children to behave well at church. One son drew his Mother’s attention to his folded hands during Mass, saying “Look, Mom, donut hands!”
And here’s a little something from a friend of mine who teaches religion. This is CLASSIC!
I had my students do a journal entry for Isaac when he was going to be sacrificed by Abraham. Here is the end of one girl’s entry:
“….We sacrificed a ram instead. Then we went home, and as we were walking, my father said to me, Read the rest of this entry