Magoo told me the other day that he wants to be a paleontologist when he grows up. Then he self-corrected and told me that no, he just wants to be a “regular dad” who stays home. He wants to be a “regular dad” the same way I’m a “regular mom.”
He also [...]
Laylee’s been learning about letter writing at school. Here’s a transcription of a letter she recently wrote to her teacher:
Dear Miss Snop/Rachel,
I woke up early. It was 7:00. First I got dressed. Next, I looked at the clock. Then, I did my homework. Last, I played. Did you [...]
Laylee: Mom. Magoo and I are hunting. We’re shooting cows to get milk.
Me: You don’t shoot cows to get milk. You only get milk if they’re still alive.
{PAUSE}
Laylee: What can we get if we shoot them?
We’re trying to fight the media-oric power of Santa’s publicity machine and teach Laylee and Magoo that Christmas is actually a religious holiday with fun attached as a festive bonus. Some days we win and sometimes the kids get all “Manger, what? Maybe I’ll care if you tell me it was full of [...]
Have you got all your gear together yet?
And now I’m wishing a big hole would open up and swallow Laylee’s.Â
Me and my big mouth.
She did this to me, you know? With the questioning. Why? Why? Why?
I broke down. I did and there’s really no use placing blame.
