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Yesterday Chuck and I took the boys to Amy's Ice Cream for a treat. They had been so polite and well mannered at breakfast, without having to be reminded. They also sat quietly and attentively through service at a church we visited. We simply could not have asked for more well behaved kids. They deserved some positive reinforcement!
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Last night Chuck and the boys were visiting with friends and sharing some pizza.
Chuck and Cliff were discussing the surface area of vaious sizes of pizza and applying all kinds of combinations of "pi-r-squared" (forgive me, I don't know how to type it properly) to determine how many 10-inch pizzas would equal the same area as some number of 14-inch pizzas.
The whole time, Alex and Chris were munching their pies, patiently listening. Finally Chris turned to Alex, "Boy, I didn't know grown-ups could talk so much."
Alex replied, "Yeah, I thought it was just the moms."
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I don't know why, but lately I just haven't been able to get the word 'mukluk' out of my head. That's right, mukluk - you know, those Eskimo boots?
Whenever the ol' noodle keeps replaying the same thought, like a broken record or an infinite brain loop, I know there's a story screaming to be told or...song lyrics crying to be re-written!
Here's my rendition of "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby:
Mommy, I'd Like New Mukluks
"Mommy, I'd like new mukluks!"
is the thing they say
on a cold Inuit holiday.
“Chimo” is the arctic greeting that
we send to you,
from the land where seals are prey!
Here we know that Christmas
will be miles of white,
the stars shine 24 hours
‘cause it's always night!
"Mommy I'd like new mukluks!"
It’s the wise way
to spend a Christmas dollar, or two!
And, on that note - Mele Kalikimukluk, to You!
Peace,
Cindy.
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Mom: So, what's your favorite homonym.
Kid: Homonym, I hate homonym.
Kid 2: No, I think you mean homily.
Mom: Not homily, a homily is the product of homiletics.
Kid: Ancient Egyptian writing?
Kid 2: No, that's hieroglyphics. Homiletics, you know, preaching.
Mom: Now, where were we? Oh, yes; you were telling me you hate hominy.
Kid: Hominy! Yes, that's the white stuff I can't stand!
Mom: So, what's your favorite homonym?
Kid: Beats me.
Kid 2: Beets? I love beets!
Read more: The Art of Language, Coming to a Dinner Table Near You
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It’s been a while since I’ve had a full, uninterrupted night’s sleep. A year ago our youngest son was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes and since then, I pad to his room at 2:00 AM every morning to make sure he’s not running ‘low’ or ‘high.’ In whatever broken sleep I do enjoy, though, I dream. It’s always been a fascinating mystery to me, how the quickly the subconscious can work so fast to wrap a dream around a sound.