‘Mommy, we asked you for hamachi and tamago!’
Last Friday, it happened again. I served dinner, and everybody cried. Well, not me or my husband, or the cat. Just the two little boys with rarefied tastes – who are far too… Read More
Last Friday, it happened again. I served dinner, and everybody cried. Well, not me or my husband, or the cat. Just the two little boys with rarefied tastes – who are far too… Read More
A burgeoning interest in literacy is great. It can manifest itself in a 3-year-old carefully perusing every Richard Scarry book in the house — after frantically begging Mommy to run upstairs for “the… Read More
This is the latest intriguing installment in The Elder’s gallery of creepy existentialist signs. Beware, he warns. You are safe nowhere! And to prove that, he draws lots and lots of arrows. That’s… Read More
If you live with a person who’s about two years old, you’re probably familiar with the weird things we say to get them to do things. Or, um, to stop doing things. And… Read More
Remember when Cracker Jack tattoos were the only way to turn yourself into a young Queequeg? Those little slips of paper with food coloring that blended into a mix of two colors? Yes,… Read More
After months of The Elder sleeping with his feet off the bed, we decided to bump him up to a twin. Yes, we had a nearly 5-year-old sleeping in a toddler bed. He… Read More
I have one of those rare 24-month-olds who’s already naming dinosaur species. “T. Wex!” he shouts. “Scared,” he mumbles, making his tiny mouth into his best little frowny face. What I fail to… Read More