My daughter can be very amusing, as all daughters and sons can be sometimes. She’s especially funny when she tries out new words. Her current interest in words appears to be fashion. Overheard the other day, while my daughter played with the pet rats, “Sorrel, you are looking very attractive today. Parsley, you haven’t been grooming much, have you?” Lately, I’ve been told that I look ridiculous and that I look stylish. We’re trying out the words and the fashion sense around here, I see. Preschoolers definitely have a distinctive sense of style. I blame my daughter’s fashion sense on … Continue reading →

We were in the store the other day, getting socks for my daughter. She was coercing me into getting her tights, and I was looking around at the sale racks. I saw some promising-looking UV-protective tops for $3, so I was looking for one for my husband. My daughter pulled out a pair of shorts. “Look mom! These are perfect for covering daddy’s — insert private part here—!” When I told my husband later that day, he just about died of embarrassment. However, I was a little proud of my daughter. After all, the brain to mouth filter is not … Continue reading →

We’re in love with Santa around here. Now, this is not my fault. Although I am a recovering elf who used to work with Santa in the mall, we haven’t discussed Santa much around these parts. That is, until my daughter met him in the mall the other day. Until that fateful day, we were almost Santa-free, and I was fine with that. Enough of the gimmes. Enough of the excess of consumerism that makes people go a little cuckoo this time of year. No, we were the simple Christmas folks who were all about family and not about stuff. … Continue reading →