Monthly Archives: March 2007

Saying something we’ve all been feeling lately: “Papa, I wish you didn’t work so much. Because then you could do stuff with us more often.” While on the toilet: “I’m pooping out food that I ate. Why does poop stink … Continue reading →

Me: Did you eat your quiche? N: Quiche? What quiche? I didn’t have any quiche! Me: Yes you did! It was on your plate and now it’s not. I’m pretty sure you ate it. N: I don’t think so. (I … Continue reading →

4-y-o T: N, I’ll tell you what a ghost is. 8-y-o N: What? T: A ghost is white. You’re not white. N: Neither are you. N & T, discoveringly: We’re not ghosts, then! (earlier, in the bath, they were playing … Continue reading →

N: “God, Jesus, The Devil, and Buddha” T: “God, Jesus, Kokopelli, and Nothing!” N: “No, T, it’s God, Jesus, The Devil, and Buddha!” T: “No, it isn’t.” …slight pause… N: “Mama, is kokopelli a friend of buddha’s? how do you … Continue reading →

Four-year-old T says to me: If I was a woman then I’d have the kind of breasts that you have. But I’m gonna be a MAN, so I’ve got man nipples.