Today I made the startling discovery that the contents of Anna’s diaper were florescent yellow. Just before I rushed her to the ER, I remembered the day prior she had a gothic grin after sucking a yellow magic marker dry. Which begs the question—seeing how the main ingredient of everything we eat is red dye 40, why didn’t the marker come out orange?
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
Father knows best (smirk)
A father’s explanation for every symptom in listed in the Journal of Pediatrics: “Maybe she’s teething.” A reasonable diagnosis, if he wasn’t referring to her three-year-old sister.
Construction crews back then were way more fun.
While tearing the insulation from the wall on the side of our house, the construction crew stumbled upon the following artifacts: a scattering of “Sorry” playing cards, a Black Label beer can, and a 1967 issue of Playboy Magazine. They just don’t make houses like they used to.
To the moon
Tyler: “Mama, I love you to the moon.”
Me: “And I love you to the sun. That’s even farther than the moon.”
Tyler (after a thoughtful moment): “And I love YOU all the way up to the treetops!”
Apparently, this year’s astronomy department in preschool is lacking.