The children have made a connection between the van blaring creepy music up and down the street and the jovial Greek guy inside handing out snow cones, bomb pops, fudgesicles and orange cream bars. Parents unite! It’s time to booby trap the ice cream truck once and for all. He passed by our house about ten minutes before dinner…he just might be headed your way!
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
A reality check for my fellow 1973ers
… When we were born, our future president was stressing over who he’d sit with in the middle school cafeteria, what he’d do without recess and how he’d remember his locker combination. Remember a time when our president was way older than us? When did we start catching up?
Who says I have to go back to teaching for a pension?
Today Anna looked like she was chomping on a pack of gum, so I swiped my finger around her mouth—and pulled out a quarter. That little jackpot nearly doubled my quarterly earnings at ING.
Parenting tip of the day:
Do not warn your children that if they leave crumbs behind, the bugs will come. Said children will scatter their dinner throughout the house and lie in wait with a magnifying glass.
From beneath some anthill in Simsbury, one can hear the blissful jubilation of a creepy and crawly colony dining on roasted vegetables, rice pilaf and chicken au vin.