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Monthly Archive for June, 2011

My daughter’s eyes grew wide and she held her hand to her face. “Cuh’mere, Dad!” she gestured.  “Come read what this says!” I raised an eyebrow. My husband ducked under the park’s play toy and followed our daughter to the scrawl written on the wooden boards.  He shook his head, then sat down again beside me. […]

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Avatars for Two

If you enjoyed the movie Avatar, that’s wonderful.  It simply wasn’t the movie for me.  At least in 3D. I spent our theater experience looking down at the floor and praying I wouldn’t suddenly upchuck on the person in front of me. Motion sickness.  It was lovely. As a result…I don’t remember the movie much.  […]

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Butch

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard my daughter explain to her brother something she’d read to herself. “Listen to this, buddy…” But it was the first time I’d heard the name Butch pronounced ‘buh…tch.’ At which time the two of them snickered, then sampled the name some more. Buh…tch.  But…ch.   Buttch. More hysterics. I wiped […]

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In Due Time

It was over egg salad that our son told us the news. “I won’t be Silas much longer,” he said. My husband and I exchanged a collective, “oh?”  “Yep,” our son nodded.  “Well, who will you be?” my husband asked. And our son held his palms upward to explain what seemed so obvious– “I’ll be […]

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The Non-tattle

The disagreement didn’t matter so much as the words. Which were harmless, only in that each kid threatened twice to tell on the other.  At which time my son walked toward me still glancing sideways at his sister and asked benignly, “Do you want to play UNO with me, mommy?” I’d hardly accepted when he was gone […]

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Raincheck on the Slide

My son sat in his swim trunks on the top of the slide.  Behind him two older boys waited on the ladder. My son looked down the slide again.  Then back at the boys.  He gulped before speaking. “Uh, guys…I think I’m gonna have to sit this one out.” At which time he slithered past them […]

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Ask Mommy First

A man in his seventies shared the waiting room with my kids.  Between them on a coffee table sat a tub of black licorice with a post-it note that read, “help yourself.” My daughter read the note, and my son understood the invitation. At which time he fingered the tub of licorice and looked back at his sister.  […]

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His Grapes

It seemed simple. I brought grapes along for the ride, so no one would starve. Only ten inches into the ride, my son claimed that he needed the grapes.  All of them.  At which time, still mostly in our driveway, I deferred to doling out grapes.  I even handed my son the near-empty container.  Which was when […]

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Car Coolness

In the lane beside us, the elderly driver of the two-door ’55 chevy revved his engine.  We stepped on the gas pedal in the van to sidle closer. Somebody had done a sweet restoration on the thing.   Talk about shiny. “Look kids!” we purred.  And the four of us ogled out the windows. With the help of our […]

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Spring Legs

The clouds parted this morning almost paralyzing us as at the sight of the sun.  I sat warily on the back step still wearing yesterday’s sweats and watching my kids crouch in their underwear, sidewalk chalk in both hands.  All was mellow. Until my son–the one who fell asleep minutes before eleven and rose pseudo-perky before six […]

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