Rivalries

These days the kids have a competitive streak. Some mornings (like today) they pretty much wake up arguing. I returned a few minutes ago from an early trip to Rosauers to buy some anise seed–which by the way is sold out all over town–to hear this: Inge:...

Kryptonite

Conversation at dinner tonight: Lewis: I feel like Superman. Daddy and Mommy look skeptical. Daddy: What’s Superman feel like, Son? Lewis, laconically: awwww, like nothing. Inge: He’s teasing. Lewis, indignant: No, I’m not! Mommy: What does it feel...

The Writing on the Wall

Here’s a little exchange we had after dinner tonight. Me, very fast–trying, in fact, to spell supersonically: Peter, would you like some f-u-d-g-e? Inge: FUDGE!

Conversations, Mostly with Nelly

Nelly is turning into quite the conversationalist. Not everything she says is immediately comprehensible, but with practice the average parent can make out what she means within a noun or two. Some exchanges from the last couple of days:Me: Nelly, what are you eating?...

For Uncle Andrew

This afternoon, from Inge, apropos of pretty nearly nothing: “And,” (with some severity) “I don’t have a prehensile tail–in case you were wondering.”

Bit o’Nelly

Most of the daily funnies (as seen in the last post) are completely random. Nelly, for instance, produces a nearly constant stream, and the only hindrance from sharing them around is that there’s nothing to tie them together into narrative. Cataloguing...