October 23, 2011 at 9:27 pm (Uncategorized)
This is a conversation that Dave reported to me a while ago, so I may have to correct it if I’ve misremembered:
“I have to take Kitty to the gym”
Dave: “What?”
“The gym. Take Kitty to the Y.”
“The Y? Why do you have to take Kitty to the Y?”
“Well, because kitties don’t like doggies.”
“Ohhh. Noah, do you want a dog?”
“Mommy wants a dog.”
Dave: “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Yes, Mommy wants a dog! So Kitty has to go to Y.”
“Do you think maybe you want a dog?”
“Okay.”
October 23, 2011 at 9:23 pm (Uncategorized)
That kid with the crappy half-assed Halloween costume? Yeah, he’s mine.
He has adorable, lovingly sewn dress-up clothes from his auntie. He has a crafty mom who carefully collected all the supplies to make his Philly Phanatic costume, which he swore he wanted for two weeks. We’re also comfortably off- we could just buy a costume, if he was asking for something that was sold in stores. And the day before his Halloween party, he decided he wanted to be a tree.
I don’t think I can buy that at Target.
Hello, safety pins!
