Note the knees.
Morning Madness- I have a dream. . .
I have a dream. It seems attainable- not one of those “I-want-to-build-a-solar-powered-house-next-door-to-Christopher-Walken” dreams, but a simple aspiration. I want to sleep in on Saturday morning with my spouse. Now that Carter is adept enough at remote controlling, it’s almost a possibility. 5:45am Archie: Daddy doesn’t want to cuddle with me. Kevin: zzzzzzz Me: (Manage to [...]
There’s a bathroom on the right.
Archie: (presenting the WWF catalogue) I changed my mind about Christmas.
Me: (Relieved to be off the hook for an “actual working jetpack”) You have? Tell me.
Archie: I want a bald eagle. (points to the catalogue) A real one.
My kid can paint that.
Today when I picked up Archie, he was very excited to take me inside the classroom to see his artwork. Hanging on the wall was a stick-figure painted in bold blue strokes. Me: Wow, Archie, that is very real-looking. Archie: Well, I’m a good painter. Not a good drawer, but a good painter. Impressed Mom [...]
Superheroes support backstab writers
As someone with a Piagetian view children as domain props, I can respect Neal Pollack’s ability to see his profession through the eyes of his kid. This is a video meme the Makice’s could have some fun producing. Archie has told me on several occasions that he believes I go to campus to play with cars and playdoh, just like he does at his school.
Picky, Picky, Picky
This morning as I was waking up (or trying not to wake up). Archie: sounding very nasal, Mom, when I pick my nose it feels funny. Me: Well, you’re really supposed to blow it instead of pick it. Archie: Oh. quiet for a moment I guess that’s why Daddy keeps pulling my finger out every [...]
Does not compute
The boys were arguing about whether or not Carter could be a giant in Archie’s game. Archie wanted Carter to be a little person. Carter wanted to be big. Wackiness ensued.