Category Archives: Beautiful Little Nonsense
When you weigh more than four of the seven humans, you get front seat privileges.
The 5yo’s lament upon the changing of the computer password. “Why can’t things stay the same?!”
The 7yo is miffed that I have a home office and he doesn’t. “YOURS HAS ALL THESE WINDOWS” — wildly flailing arms — “AND WOULD BE PERFECT FOR ME.” So he commandeers a closet and puts the antique chair-desk in … Continue reading
Halloween Morning Costumed kids climb the school bus uncertainly, searching eyes to see if they’re made of as much awesome as they think they are.
Dropping off for the 8-year-old’s soccer practice. The younger two boys need a bathroom; I direct to a porta-potty around the bend. The 8yo: “Moms always know where the nearest porta-potty is. Even if you’ve never seen it. Because you … Continue reading
The 5yo had trouble falling asleep last night, haunted by a DVD we rented from the library that spooked him. “Think about ice cream cones,” I tell him. “Don’t think about the movie.” Him: “But my body keeps pressing the … Continue reading
The 4yo is doing a maze on paper, blazing wantonly through solid lines. Me: “Can’t go through walls, bud.” Him: “They’re just gates. I push them open.”
The 4yo, irritated that he has to stop drawing this morning and get to preschool. “Why did you even sign me up for school? It wastes into my art*.” *part of his “sister’s ballet recital” oeuvre
The 6yo, biking over a boardwalk through a marshy field, sees tall stands of cattails. “Mom, look!” he says. “It’s the way corn-dogs grow!”