No wild animals allowed!

You know those long thin pillows you use under a door to keep the drafts out? My four-year-old was confused, and wanted to know why we didn’t WANT the

Two stories for the price of one!

When it was bedtime for us, the parents, we walked down the hallway, only to hear quick, startled movements from our children’s bedroom. My husband cracked the door open and peered in. All was silent for a moment, then, slowly, two sets of eyes appeared, one from under a pillow, another from beneath a blanket. “Uh-oh! Danger!” said the five-year-old.

My husband chuckled. Bolstered by his reaction, the younger daughter brought her entire head out of hiding with a grin and said,

I wonder that too

Front of a box of Scooby Snacks from Suncoast. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On the way to the store this afternoon, my son was particularly irritable and whiny. I realized, and exclaimed aloud, that I forgot to give him a snack. My ever-observant and critical four-year-old daughter piped up from the back,

Resourcefulness

My 22-month-old slurped down the last dregs from her milk bottle as I was putting her diaper on. “More milk” she said/demanded, but as my hands were occupied, she

As heard in a Kindergarten classroom, part 5

During our morning saint of the day lessons, my class would often try to think up reasons to raise their hands for questions completely unrelated, as it was the beginning of the day and there was always news to share from the previous day. In an attempt to keep us on task one day, I asked one of my girls who had her hand raised if her question was about our saint of the day. She assures me that it is. “Alright, what is you question then?” She obviously had not quite thought through how she was going to approach this

As heard in a Kindergarten classroom, part 4

I was pulling wet wipes out of the container and the wipes had kinda balled up at the bottom. One of my boys seeing me struggling, says, “Kinda hard, Miss C, huh? Just about as hard as pulling a thorn out of a dinosaur.”

Better leave the fashion to the females.

One Sunday my husband was in charge of getting our sons ready for Mass and then meeting me at the church. When he arrived with the boys, it was quickly apparent that my husband is not as in tune with our children’s wardrobes as I am.