Katherine and I were doing words and letters yesterday It went something like this: Me: Okay, “Dog”. What does “d-d-d-dog” start with? K: (pause) “Dee!” Me: Right! Alright, now, “snake”. What does “sssssssnake” start with? K: (instantly) “Ess! Ess for Steve!” Me: You got it! Next is “piñata”. What does “p-p-piñata” start with? K: Pee…
Category: household humour
The effects of living with children….
It’s Saturday night. We’re on our way out to dinner with friends. I’ve just briefed the two fifteen year-old girls who are babysitting. John sits in the car, snickering. Me: What’s so funny? John: Oh, nothing. Me: No really. What gives? John: The last thing you said to those poor girls was, and I quote,…
Bad mother
Right. We have reached a new low in this house. I am sitting here endeavouring to get some work done and Katherine is playing fetch. Really. I throw the tennis ball out into the hall and she brings it back. Her retrieve is pretty good. She can even beat two of the dogs consistently. The…
Contagious habits.
Katherine and I have recently embarked (successfully) on that unholy voyage of mother and daughter in which the former teaches the latter about the proper use of the lavatory and the former devises every excuse in the book for maintaining the status quo (diapers). We’re almost to the end now, but there was one particular…
Rather sweet (and uncannily accurate)
Katherine drew a picture today. She crumpled it up inside another piece of paper and brought it to me, telling me that it was a present. I opened it and found this: “This” is a picture of John (the pink blob, with black legs), at work, thinking about home. The squiggles to the right of…
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