I just showed Kaiya a small toy plane and said, “Oh, let’s pretend we’re flying to Hawaii.” She said, “That’s not a plane, it’s a jet, and we can’t fly on a jet because there are no seats or seatbelts.” Oh. She was right. It WAS a jet.

The kids feel it, too. The little girl had the most trouble adjusting, arising each night between midnight and one to seek out her daddy and wake me up. She’d turn on the light and say, “I gotta talk you, Mom, ’bout Disneyland,” and try to get in bed with me. Sigh. I told her…

I sold my son’s Thomas the Tank Engine collection for the full asking price. One lady wrote to me (disdainful sniff imagined) “I can buy these trains for a dollar each at the swap meet!” I wanted to respond: “So do it! Quit bugging me.” But you know how it is with Internet trolls. You…

I saw an article about dyeing eggs using silk ties and just had to try it. After all, my husband’s new work clothes consist of a Hawaiian shirt and khakis, so most of his ties are going bye-bye. I asked him for a couple. I was stymied by my lack of rubber bands, though my…

Yesterday, my oldest daughter watched American Idol with me for the first time ever.  She lay face down on the couch, looking bored.  “What do you think about her?” she asked after Lil Rounds sang. “It’s all right. She’s sung better.” “That’s what I think, too.  She’s just okay.” For each singer, she asked me…