Guess Who’s Getting Junk Mail Now

And no, it’s not Acorn. A pre-approved credit card application came to the house today, addressed as follows:
P. O. Box
911 Our Street
Function Junction, Homestate
The Box family really needs to put a little more thought into the initials they’re bestowing upon their children.

Filed under: Tidbits

The Coolest Blogger on the Net

What does it say about me that I have no idea what the “right” answers are to Andrea’s Psychology Exam?  For example, and right from the first question:
1. The coolest kid in kindergarten:
a. Has the toy everyone else wants and has.
b. Has a toy very similar to the toy everyone else wants and has.
c. Has [...]

Filed under: Ordinary Everyday

For I Have Promises to Keep

From Nina:
Here, I walk every day–long walks along the shore and out to the old fort. The wind is strong. I keep walking in order not to face it, but I get to the lighthouse and have no choice but to turn around and lean into it howling around my ears. My [...]

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Notes After Three Weeks at the New Job

1. When you’re eating supper at home for the first time in a week, expect to share it with your two-year-old.
2. Turning on your brights when you’re driving through a cloud only accentuates the sense of suffocating whiteness. Also, it doesn’t let you see any further through the fog.
3. Not only does [...]

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How to Get Someone Else to Mop the Bathroom

Leave toddler with his grandfather, on a night his grandmother is working.
Grandfather reads a book while supervising said toddler’s bath.
Grandfather thus doesn’t notice that toddler is pouring water from the tub onto the floor until he’s on the third cup.  Or so.
Voila.

Filed under: The Wild Rumpus

Pa-cheese!

The title of this post is Acorn’s most adorable mispronunciation.  When asked to say “please,” he will often say “cheese,” as he finds that much easier to say.  When prompted to pronounce it correctly (”It starts with a P, Acorn.  Make a P sound: Puh-puh-puh.”), he’ll usually say “please,” or “pease,” or (rarely) “pwease.”  Sometimes, [...]

Filed under: The Wild Rumpus