Monday, May 27, 2013


Today my son had to take some popsicles to school. My wife had them all frozen - the little juicy ones in their own bags that you have to rip open with your teeth. My son being a sharp 8 year old asked that she put them in a bag to preserve the cold. The bag just has an extra lining that looks like foil inside, so that they can stay cold on the ride to school.

However, my sharp son reasoned that if this was a bag that preserves cold, he felt that he was carrying his own personal refrigerator. So instead of giving the load to his teacher to put in the freezer, he kept the bag next to him in class all day.

Finally when it came time to enjoy their treats, he produced is bag of melted popsicles.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Presents for Me Too

Today my daughter came to me with a sad face. "You always buy mommy presents."
"Like what? I get you presents. I just made you a book of all the pictures you drew."
"That's a medium present."
"What's a large present?" I asked.
"Like a box of chocolate or ice cream, something tasty, like you get for mommy."
So today when I got flowers for my wife, I got a few roses for my daughter.