Category: Tales

A Hungry Dog

I like to keep my kids on their toes. Mor­gon, 11, asked me to dic­tate some­thing to him for dic­ta­tion prac­tice today. Here is what came out. Dear Sir, We regret to inform you that your pet Eng­lish bull­dog, which you dropped off for a rou­tine check­up on Tues­day morn­ing, appar­ent­ly has an enour­mous appetite. After… Con­tin­ue read­ing A Hun­gry Dog

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A normal Friday

Excerpts from a recent Fri­day at our house, illus­trat­ing life with four boys: “Ok, Dad­dy, come on and let me spank you. Bend over.” “My word! Riv­er, no! You don’t throw cere­al on the floor!” (A few sec­onds lat­er) “Tris! Don’t stomp on that cere­al!” “Mom, on my birth­day can it be movie day and com­put­er day?” “Riv went… Con­tin­ue read­ing A nor­mal Friday

Last night’s dinner guests

We had a good, busy day yes­ter­day. We had a small par­ty for Mor­gon’s belat­ed birth­day, and had our neigh­bors, Jer­ry and Erika’s fam­i­ly, and Rick and Katie’s fam­i­ly come over to go trick-or-treat­ing in our neigh­bor­hood with us and hang out after­ward. I had to run to the gro­cery store for some let­tuce for… Con­tin­ue read­ing Last night’s din­ner guests

On the solidity of walls

It’s all River’s fault. We’ve been in the ear­ly stages of pot­­ty-train­ing with him, and late­ly have been try­ing to catch him before he goes in his dia­per, which explains why this morn­ing I was careen­ing through the house to fetch the pot­ty chair before it was too late. Some­how my lit­tle toe inter­cept­ed the cor­ner of… Con­tin­ue read­ing On the solid­i­ty of walls