Monthly Archives: November 2006

T informs me: I’m going to think up a way to go snow-diving. Put skis on your shoes, and then you can lay down on your shoes and go diving down the mountain. Wouldn’t that be silly? It’s only going … Continue reading →

Okay, maybe not. But T’s so accustomed to telling people to “Drive safely” when they’re heading out, that he decided there had to be an analogue for when he’s leaving and they’re staying. So he now wishes people a hearty … Continue reading →

T: Mama, the only sweet thing I like is eggnog, ice cream, dried bananas, dried apples, dried peaches, and granola. Mama, those are the only sweet things I like. Me: What about candy? T: I also like candy. And popsicles. … Continue reading →

4-y-o T:  You’re not as brave as Papa. Me:  I’m not? T: No.  You don’t take pictures. Me:  I take pictures! T:  But you don’t take as many. (who knew photography required bravery?) 7-y-o N joins in:  ARE you brave, … Continue reading →

Well, a seven-year-old’s jokes; the jokes themselves are newly minted. N: Why did the hotdog cross his diet? Me: Uh, I don’t know. Why? N: Because somebody had turned it into a hotdog-eating human and so it ate itself because … Continue reading →