“Don’t step on Gimli.” “Gimli ate a feather.” “Don’t let Gimli lick there.” “Gimli pooped in the flowerpot.” “Get Gimli off of the table.” “Gimli is not a girl.” “Let me make the bed, Gimli.” “Heeeere Gimli, Gimli, Gimli.” “Gimli can’t have licorice.” “I can’t when Gimli is asleep on me.”
I like jigsaw puzzles. The only thing that prevents me from always having a puzzle in progress is my failure to convince Pomegranate to let me be a puzzle tester. Even with large gaps of time between puzzles, they are a familiar enough sight that visitors comment when there ISN’T a puzzle on the table. […]
As a child, babysitters during the daytime were extremely rare and used only for PTA meetings that couldn’t happen with small children running amuck. I remember vividly the baby sitter who taught us to make flowers with coat hangers and kleenex. I thought she was the coolest sitter ever and brought her every single shoebox […]
The not-a-child formerly known as Aspie Caveman shall now be called Stacheman. The former Sparkly NY Vampire Teen will now be dubbed Starving Artist. The middle child who was uncreatively labeled The Teen is now Professor Teen. She who was only known by her age, as in, the 10-y-o, is now SuperTween. He who once […]