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
Category: Tales
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
The usefulness of a pickup truck
I met another of our neighbors yesterday, but in the most unusual way yet. I had walked with Morgon a couple blocks to Jerry and Erika’s house drop him off so he could play basketball with Malachi. Erika gave me a plate of ours to take home, and I started back. As I rounded the corner to… Continue reading The usefulness of a pickup truck