Category Archives: offspring

Can’t argue with the logic

P: “I had a dream about a Penny Fairy. You leave a penny under your pillow, and she replaces it with … a quarter!”

Kate: “Wait, wouldn’t you call her the Quarter Fairy, then?”

P: “Well, no. If we did that, we’d have to call the Tooth Fairy the Prize Fairy, instead.”

Kate: “… you know,  that’s an excellent point.”

Masterful use of the passive voice

As I walked up to the bus stop this afternoon, I noticed that P was wearing her coat, yes, and snow pants, and hat and mittens … but not something else she left the house with this morning.

“Oh, Abba,” she said brightly as I approached. “My backpack was left at school.”

“Was left at.” I can’t tell if it’s my inner copy editor, my outer parent–or realistically, both of them in chorus–that had me put my head in my hands and groan.

That “Here It Comes” feeling

Yesterday, I went to put my arms around Kate while she was standing just outside the kitchen, and managed to solidly hit the bony side of my elbow against the archway. There was a split second before the electric pain hit in which I knew the pain was coming: just enough time to begin grimacing, and then WHAM.

Syd got sent home from day care on Tuesday with a low grade fever and an extremely puzzled report that she hadn’t touched her lunch. Her day care knows her well enough to know that this is not only out of character, it simply Does Not Happen.

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Dragging myself forward by my eyelids, today

After I prudently decided not to start watching an episode of Dr. Who at 9:57 p.m. last night, I buttoned up the house and climbed into bed by a respectable (and even early, by our sick, sick standards) 10:30 p.m., only to wake at 12:05 a.m. with the same stuffy nose I’ve had for five days and the all-over-body-aches that have been the hallmark of any viral infection I get since the Guillain-Barré. And then was woken by Piper clambering into bed at 4:07 a.m., who stage-whispered to me that she “just wanted to snuggle,” that Carlos the cat “is licking my elbow!” and that “the bed is very full.” Points for accuracy in observation, kid, but let’s discuss cause and effect, what? Continue reading Dragging myself forward by my eyelids, today