... as too much eclecticism ( Read more... )

Mommy: A., do you know where the case for the princess tent is?
A. (nonchalantly): Oh, six to one, half dozen to another.
Mommy (channeling Inigo Montoya): I do not think that means what you think it means.

AM: Mommy, where my football.
Mommy: I'm not sure. I'd check the kitchen.
AM (Pulls out neckline of pjs and stares clear down to her belly button): Nope! Not there.

How is it that I've lived through 5 years of toddlers and I still don't recognize a set-up before I wade right in?

After a while of playing farms, A. got tired of my dictatorship and suggested that perhaps he wouldn't listen to me any more. Rebellion! Since I was sick of being the dictator I gave up without a fight. A small taste of anarchy (AM started shooting everyone and drawing on other people's farms) convinced him that some sort of government was ( Read more... )

When the Mommy Government starts meddling in kid farms, the interventions the government is called to make never.stop.

The kids have a new game: cowboys and farms. I think it was inspired by reading the Little House books and a rediscovery of their cowboy outfits. Anyway, everyone has his own farmland (a sheet of paper on which A. has drawn pictures of animals, corrals, etc.). They start fighting: "AM. no!" "Mom, she's putting her farm on top of mine!" etc. So I ( Read more... )

Only in my crazy house is Daddy greeted with this cacophony ( Read more... )

AM (in a wheedling manner): Please, A. will you help me?
A (distracted): ...yes...
AM (more emphatic): A! Help me.
A: .....
AM (imperiously): A., put down that book!

And now, from a second, more stoic hypochondriac ( Read more... )

A: Mom! Look! Look! I think a mosquito bit me ( Read more... )