Tag Archives: Humour

Day #279 The cursed fork

Ladies and gentlemen, my husband strikes once again with his quick thinking and silver tongue. This is not the first time we’ve had such a problem. Last year we went to great lengths to avoid any situations where our toddler got to see a clock in public because, as was totally normal for his stage…

Day #262 Up close and personal

We were at the zoo again today. I’ll spare you the details write about the details in another post, but there was one thing on our way out that deserves its own story. We were on the way out at the zoo’s main entrance and exit, which is a wide platform with a deck-like extension…

Day #258 Bears, oh my!

“Who made these?” Hawkeye asked me today on the way home. “I think those are dog prints, honey.” I replied. “A dog made them.” “Nooooooo.” he retorted emphatically. “Not a dog!” “No? Then who? Was it a really big cat?” “No…” he said and paused for full conspiratorial effect. “It was a BEAR!” “A bear?…

Day #253 Derailment

We apologise for the interruption, but this evening’s service of steady, measured, insightful writing will instead be supplanted by slightly inappropriate frivolity. I did actually have a plan for tonight’s post. It involved a particular tree and some childhood nostalgia, but instead I accidentally got sucked into an epic Facebook debate in a group for…

Day #248 The Stolen Child

Yesterday morning I posted the following on my Facebook page: “We woke up to a changeling in our bed instead of Hawkeye. After two mornings in a row of crying and screaming and kicking and having to wrestle him into his clothes and shoes and stroller, this morning he meekly slid out of bed with…

Day #246 Gone bananas

Hawkeye insisted on walking home today which meant that passing by the shop without going in was guaranteed to provoke a tantrum. Thankfully, he has learned to accept that “ice cream” comes from the fridge at home, not the shop, and can once again be bribed to exit the shop eating just a banana and…

Day #232 Knock! Knock! (the Disney version)

Scene: a child’s bedroom, early in the morning. Mommy is in her dressing gown, perched on the edge of the rocking chair as she helps a young child get dressed. He is very excited about the shirt he just put on. Mommy smiles at him indulgently. Somewhere off stage there is the sound of water…