A conversation with Margot who is gluing things onto paper:
Margot: Hey, there's some dog hair on here.
Me: Yep.
Margot: Why?
Me: That's what happens when you live with a dog. Dog hair goes places.
Margot: Jolly, I believe you go dog hair on here.
I was ready to respond "I do declare", but Margot wouldn't have gotten the reference.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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Thursday, February 04, 2010
A Parental Rite of Passage
At dinner, Margot started asking "why?" incessantly. We knew it was coming, but hoped that somehow we would have the one child who doesn't go through this phase. No such luck. Now we just have to stay sane.
It's amazing to me how these milestones can be pinpointed to a very specific moment.
It's amazing to me how these milestones can be pinpointed to a very specific moment.
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Some Margot Philosophy
Every evening and morning, Margot exclaims "I want to go on vacation!" She means that she wants to be on the beach.
From now on,I will consider myself on vacation every time I go to the beach.
From now on,I will consider myself on vacation every time I go to the beach.