Aletheia and I are home today, so I let her set our schedule. So we are going to:
- Watch a movie
- Go to the beach
- Go to the library to get a book
- Get pancakes
Month: March 2017
Spuds
The potato crop wasn’t too shabby this year. All this from a single starter. And I’m sure there are still a few I missed.
Sad pug is sad
She’s avoiding me because I’m about to mow her precious (long and unkempt) lawn.
At the George Peabody Library
Where I am right now
Everyone gets a totoro
There are Totoros aplenty at this party.
The horror, the horror
Aletheia: Daddy, you need to get up. Amiens took off his diaper.
Me: Ok, I’m getting up. [you know what’s coming]
Me: Aletheia, did Amiens poop in his diaper?
Aletheia: Yeah.
And the way that she said “yeah” portrayed exactly the mix of resignation and horror that I was feeling at the moment.
They’re just friends
Aletheia: Daddy, come meet Birdie.
Me: Who’s Birdie?
Aletheia: She’s a girl who’s attached to a boy.
Me: That sounds terrible.
Aletheia: No, no, no. They’re just friends.
That’s one way to get out of school
Aletheia: I don’t want to go.
Me: Neither did the Doctor, but he still had to regenerate.
Aletheia: [blank stare]