Author Archives: tara

We were going to the kids’ viola/in recital this weekend, and I told T that I loved the building it was going to be in (a 1911 theater, the Scottish Rite Center) — especially the ceiling, which has star-shaped lights … Continue reading →

So T wasn’t thrilled about practicing the viola this morning, and was stomping around, grumbling, and in other ways expressing this lack of excitement. Remembering one way his teacher diffuses his bad moods, we sent him out of the room … Continue reading →

T, playing with his dad’s iPhone:  Too bad this doesn’t come with a stylish. (he means stylus, of course)

Just out of the shower, I stopped to give N (9, almost 10) a kiss.  He jumped away and said “Ewww!  I don’t like being touched by naked women!”

Peter:  Wasn’t it nice to have a good breakfast? T:  I’d rather have a hovercraft.

T, sitting on the toilet:  It sorta feels like my head gets smaller when I go poop. What could that mean except that his head resides up his butt?

So they’re upstairs retelling the story of the Minotaur, in which Theseus kills the Minotaur and then sails home triumphant.  But since in his glee he forgets to change the color of the sails on his ship before setting sail … Continue reading →

Me, to Peter: You’re SO funny.Peter, to N: You see, N, she thinks I’m funny.Me, to N: What he neglected to mention is that that was SARCASM.N, to both of us: I think you two shouldn’t play with sarcasm. Sarcasm … Continue reading →

T (holding a bar of paper-wrapped soap): “Here, smell this, then think of something that’s stinky. Something that animals do.”Me: “Okay ….”T: “There’s some of that by the front door on the rug.”

Getting ready for the farmer’s market, I pull out my clothes. T, 5 years old, looks at me and excitedly says, “Are you going to wear a skirt?” “Yes, why?” I say, somewhat afraid that he will come out with … Continue reading →