Category Archives: What Thompsons Do

On Magoo’s Mind – The Crushing Weight of Monarchical Responsibility

TweetWe’ve been going to Costco for the past 11 years lately and each time we go, we have to get our receipt “checked” by the receipt checking person at the exit. They don’t really check. But they are good with … Continue reading

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Wherein One of My Wildest Parenting Fantasies is Fulfilled on Mothers’ Day Eve Courtesy of Martin Scorsese

TweetSome Mothers’ Day gifts are planned. A hand squished in cement and bejeweled with fish tank marbles. A scarf. The hammock you texted a picture of to your husband and he asked if it was lame if you picked it … Continue reading

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A Mysterious Birthday Party

TweetLaylee is TEN! Her oldness and lack of being young astound me. You feel me? Laylee’s a book nut, so her birthday parties often revolve around favorite literary masterpieces. A couple of years ago we did a Princess Academy theme … Continue reading

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Just Love Em, Dad Gum It

TweetThe weirdest thing happened at dinner tonight. My little angel babies of light were *gasp-snork* fighting with one another. And it wasn’t a good fight or a noble fight. They were not fighting to protect the honor of a fallen … Continue reading

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Photobomb

TweetIt felt like a betrayal of pencils and chalk and teachers’ mugs full of bad coffee. This year, for the first time ever, I did not order school pictures for my kids. I have a camera larger than a VW … Continue reading

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I Never Eat Boogers

TweetI don’t even like them. Okay. So I’ve never even tried, not even as a child, not one booger Sam I Am but I just know. I would not eat one in a box or wearing sox or while writing … Continue reading

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