Breakfast table conversations are never dull these days. Katherine has been treating us to discourses on her dreams, Christmas list and plans for our car when she grows up. She has also been asking for money. We’re wondering if she has early-onset puberty. Anyway, yesterday’s gem (which started with mundane day-planning stuff) ultimately became something…
Category: household humour
Proof positive we live in different galaxies
Katherine: Look Mommy! There’s a picture of chocolates in this book! John loves those chocolates. Me: Does he really? That’s nice. Come here and get dressed. K: I will ask Santa Claus if he will bring me a big bag of chocolates. And some bread. And an egg. Me: Santa will bring you all that?…
Sick, ug.
I am not a good patient. In fact, I've never really understood the word, "patient" as applied to the ill. As a mood descriptor, it's highly inaccurate (have you ever met a contented-to-wait sick person?) and as a proscriptive noun, it still lacks a little something. Sit still and wait? While my nose is running…
Conversations….
John: Man, I'm tired. Me: Bed, then, I think. John: I need a think. Me: That sounds like a Dr. Seuss story… I need a think that drinks pink ink. (pause) Me: Isn't there actually a story with pink ink and a think? John: It's a yink! Me: Who likes to think and drink pink…
Humiliation pays
Last night, I discovered that at least some portion of what I say actually makes it past the fuzz and into his head. Pursuant to the Marital Advisory Notice posted some time ago, I was duly notified at midnight that there remained only two coffee filters; enough for the morning's pot and my mid-day brew….
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