My daughter’s science assignment is to come up with analogies for the parts of a cell. My husband is helping her with ideas like a factory and an assembly line. I’m in the kitchen yelling my own suggestions: “gun runners, the Nazi regime, Read the rest of this entry
My neighbor recently told me the story of when her husband was a boy, he saw his dad waxing his Porsche. Ever the helpful one, he decided to pitch in, only he didn’t grab a soft pad to wax with, he grabbed Read the rest of this entry
Here’s something months-old from my draft folder. It’s all I have the energy for. My youngest is six, so I am very surprised to find myself in the woes of a first trimester all over again. I’ve not been so attentive of mine or other’s blogs lately. Please forgive me.
Girl Student (teary eyed): My finger really hurts…
Me (blowing a kiss onto her finger): There we go! When I taught kindergarten a couple years ago, every time I blew a kiss on someone’s owie then it healed VERY soon. My students said my boo-boo kisses were like magic! I sure hope I still have my touch!!
Girl Student (rubbing her finger): Nope. You don’t have it anymore.
This little operation was well under way by the time I got wind of it. They had a blast, and Punzie worked for her food for a change.
For the record, those are sunflower seeds, honest! Read the rest of this entry
She also asserts frequently and with great confidence that the last day of this coming summer will be the best day of her life because then she gets to start Kindergarten the next day. Let’s see how long her enjoyment of school lasts, shall we?
A friend of mine posted this on facebook:
Can a two-year-old have aspirations to be a medieval executioner? She has a pair of toy pliers and is attempting to remove my toes while insisting that “it no hurt.”
[Several minutes later…]
Now she is approaching with a Read the rest of this entry
In October we visited a pumpkin patch that smartly offered a pumpkin coloring sheet. If you colored it and brought it back, you got a discount on admission. Mistaking this sales gimmick as a bona fide coloring contest, my eight-year-old colored a Read the rest of this entry
Here’s a follow-up to the Do NOT drink the tea! story.
This morning my darling, homicidal three-year-old instructed my husband to be a dragon. Fearing what would happen if he didn’t comply, he roared and clawed at the air. She then said, “Here’s some food for you,” and put a Read the rest of this entry
My children are practicing “how it’s going to go down tomorrow morning.” Up and down the stairs over and over, to be sure they get their route to the tree as stream-lined as possible. I can hear the oldest say, Read the rest of this entry