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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.

The boys are singing the perennial childhood favorite “The ants go marching.” Since they don’t know it well, they’re making up rhymes for each number; it’s interesting to see which turn out similar to the version I annoyed my parents … Continue reading →

T: Tara. (yes, he calls me by my first name; he’s done so for almost a year now. I’m not sure why, but it amuses me.) Me: Yes? T: I don’t know if when I grow up I’ll be able … Continue reading →

So we’re talking with T this morning, and he’s challenging us to come up with words that start with certain letters.  We start with “S”, and come up with silly and synchronicity and sarcasm and such.  (My husband’s participating in … Continue reading →

When your child asks for a bowl in which to throw up, NO MATTER HOW HEALTHY S/HE MAY LOOK OR SOUND, GET THE DAMN BOWL.

He asked for food, about half an hour after vehemently rejecting his lovingly-prepared lunch. I told him he’d need to wait until I took a break, and he asked why, and I told him I wanted him to suffer. (It’s … Continue reading →

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 →