Go Gaga Show, Mah! Go Gaga Show!
The grilled cheese and sippy cup are all a part of his mystique.
Mini is not afraid to get dirty, if that’s what it takes.
The one where Mr. Right-Click tries to bribe the preschool teacher.
Last night, Mr. Right-Click stripped Mini down before bath time, and told him to “Go get mommy,” which Mini interpreted to mean, “Go into the master bedroom and pee all over the bed.” Which he did, and then pranced about like a peacock admiring his handiwork. When I saw Mini, stark naked, smiling like the […]
I believe I may have mentioned once or two thousand times that Mini is a big fan of trains. So you can imagine how thrilled I was to happen upon
If you had told me a few Saturdays ago, “Anna, Mini is going to destroy a mattress today,” I would not have bothered to ask which mattress it was that he would be destroying. I don’t waste time on formalities, you see. I would simply have asked you to direct me–immediately–to the most expensive mattress […]
Mini’s girlfriend had surgery this week. That’s right: Mini has a girlfriend. She’s kind of the cougar of the under five set, around these parts, actually. At four and a half, there have probably been a handful of other boys in Bree’s past, but still, I feel like you cannot put age limitations on love. […]
Day One: “Mommy? Who is this ‘Mommy’ person of whom you speak?” Day Two: “Mommy Car Choo? Mommy Car Choo.” Day Three: Mini Wants His Mommy To: email@example.com From: Mr. Right-Click Subject: Mini wants his mommy Hon, Mini has done pretty well with you being gone. He asks for you and I explain you went […]
Mini: [Pointing at my cup from Del Taco.]: Juice! Me: No, it’s not juice. Mini: [Looks confused.] Me: It’s Diet Coke, buddy. Mini: No. Me: Yeah. Mini: No! ‘S juice! Me: [pointing at sippy cup] That’s juice. Mini: MAAAA! [Pointing at Del Taco cup] It’s juice. Me: I understand that you want it to be […]