How Are You Doing?

I still haven’t been eaten by a dinosaur. And how are you?

Filed under: Tidbits, Whimsy

Baby’s First Pun

This actually occurred some months ago, perhaps as long ago as late last summer or early fall.
Acorn is playing with some of his pretend food, feeding me bites of “peas” and “chicken,” which I am dutifully “eating” with appropriate yummy-food noises. Suddenly he holds up a plastic cup. “You want some tea?” he [...]

Filed under: Get Thee to a Punnery, The Wild Rumpus, Whimsy, ,

Maybe it needed a brown paper wrapping?

Scene: My 70-year-old father collects a package in his name at the post office.
Postmaster: “Woman Within, huh?”
Dad: “I try to keep an open mind.”

Filed under: Whimsy