So here is my idealistic plan for elementary schools: Forget exact grades, for the moment (it’s always seemed weird to me to stick kids together just because they’re the same
Category: Kid stuff
Book review: The Smart Girl’s Guide to Privacy, by Violet Blue
I read a review copy of this (it comes out August 25), so the text isn’t necessarily final. Still, I’m quite confident that I can recommend it: it’s a good
On touring high schools
Because my child is rather unbelievably already in grade 8, in the past couple of months we’ve seen, I think, twelve high schools, both public and private. The tours (and
Why else?
Child: HEAR ME ROOOOAAARR! Me: What? Why are you roaring? Child: FOR FUUUUUUUN!
Dinner is such a fun time at our house
Child: There’s bacon on my pizza ewww! Poor piggies! Me: Oh no! And the cheese is made from milk stolen from baby cows! D: And the wheat! Have you heard
It’s all oppression all the time at our house
I. Child: Daddy made me carry you your coffee and I brushed my hand against it and it was hot and it hurt. Me: Well, thanks anyway. Child: I hope
Film?
M tells us a long story about a friend snapping a shot of her brother falling over while skiing D: And so it was immortalized on film, huh? M: No,
Of course
Me to child: What were you DOING in the shower for twenty minutes if you didn’t even wash your hair?!? Child: I was travelling to other dimensions! Singing a pirate
Cargo bike, 8 months on
So back in March we bought a cargo bike. We’d set out intending to buy a tandem, but on the test ride it turned out that I hated the tandem
No arguing with that
(At Canada’s Wonderland) Me: Oh, sad, the waterpark is all closed. D: There’s nothing sadder than an empty waterpark. Child: Except a dead puppy. Us: …. OK, you win.
For my Dad
Me: Would you like me to turn the music off while you’re falling asleep honey, or what would you like me to put on? (We’re cottaging and if there’s music
It does help
Me: So how did the new raincoat work? Did it keep you dry? Child: Yeah (pause) Child: …when I wore it.
Teh coolth, it oozes out
Walking down the street: M: ….it’s pretty cool. Temperature-cool, you know, not Daddy-cool. D: I’m cool? M: Yeah. But you’re never as cool as Mommy.
Not the SOUL!
Me, upon entering the kitchen and finding the child on the floor at my husband’s feet, clearly in the middle of a ticklefest: Are you torturing our child? Him: Not
The Uncool, part 1 of many
New Year’s Eve, 4pm M: Can I sleep over at [friend]’s tonight? Me: Um, you don’t want to be here with us? M: No. We’re cleaning [friend]’s stuffed animals. We
Casseroles are good medicine
M, singing: L, O, double-L I, P-O-P spells lollipop, lollipop That’s the only decent kind of candy, candy Man who made it musta been a dandy, dandy L, O, double-L
Honest, if not quiet
M: I have a new book for school — Anne of Green Gables. Me: Oh, that’s a good one. I like that book. M: That girl talks way too much.
Camp!
Once upon a time I was staffing a camp bus and there was this one little boy of about eight who DID NOT want to go to camp. He clung
It’s Spiderman! It’s a pirate! It’s both!
My nephew was apparently in need of some of his own dress-up clothes so for his 3rd birthday recently, I made him a cape using these fabrics and this tutorial:
An Ode to Popcorn
Among the detritus that came home at the end of the school year, I found M’s poetry notebook. They covered cinquains, rhyming couplets and odes. It is a brave teacher,