March 27th, 2010

Holiday Confusion

Daniel: I think I wanna be Superman for Easter.

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March 19th, 2010

Oh for goodness sake

Raphael, on his desired decoration for his birthday cake: I want it to be a dragon who is breathing fire. And make it so the fire is going on a guy who is standing there. And all of his skin is melting off.

All in frosting, of course.

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January 18th, 2010

This Might Not Be Sinking In

Daniel (after I finished cleaning him up after a seriously messy accident): Time for my potty treat!

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December 16th, 2009

Affirmed

I’ll be heading to Connecticut in the morning and won’t be back until Friday evening, so as an act of mercy to my husband, today’s trip to the grocery store was heavy on convenience foods.

As I as checking out, the cashier ringing me up paused over an enormous bag of frozen chicken patties.

“I love these,” she told me.

“Me too.”

“Not so much for me,” she explained, and

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November 11th, 2009

Raising Him Right

The moment it came on the car radio, a dozy 3-year-old Daniel snapped to attention:

“Turn that up really loud, Mama.”

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November 2nd, 2009

Brazen

3-year-old Daniel is flinging toys down the stairs again. We have been working on this.

“Danny, no throwing things down the stairs!” older brother Ambrose reminds him. “Papa says.”

“Papa’s not home,” the small one dares to answer.

“Yes, but Mama is. Mama is home. No throwing.”

Daniel considers this for just a moment. He holds a stuffed puppy in his hands and looks thoughtful.

And then he hurls the

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October 23rd, 2009

Higher Standard

Boy (eying a stack of paper plates): Are these clean?

Me: Yes.

Boy: Will I think they are clean?

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August 25th, 2009

He has his limits

When we parked at the ocean today, I stuffed a nearby backpack with some snacks, drinks, sunscreen, and changes of clothing for the smallest kids.

I was already going to be lugging my own bag plus doing some hand-holding on our short walk to the beach, so I thrust the backpack toward Ambrose.

“Here,” I told him, “You carry this please.”

“Uhhh … are you kidding me?”

Startled by his

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