Category Humor

International Goofballs

Sage’s Moroccan friend Khalil recently came to Wisconsin with his family to visit American relatives, and the boys reunited as though they’d never been separated. Even though they’d met only a couple of times the previous year, they played as though they’d been friends since infancy. Their friendship proves that one force transcends all boundaries […]

A Country Idyll Complete With Child Labor

Emery returned for another sleepover last weekend, and while the visit was relatively brief–she arrived after work on Friday and left Saturday morning–there was a hefty amount of bucolic bliss involved. Unfortunately, the dark shadow of Child Labor cast a pall over this otherwise sunlit idyll. Specifically, Paul and I made the kids DO THE […]

Court’s New Bed

Apparently, access to Sage’s bed as well as every couch and chair in the house isn’t sufficient for my little prince of a dog: He just created a new napping spot by jumping into a storage bin full of comforters. I suppose it’s a fundamental truth that one can never have too many cozy spots […]

How to Use Your Smarties

Sage recently rode on a float in the Bean and Bacon Days parade. (“Bean and Bacon Days” might not sound illustrious to outsiders, but to denizens of Augusta–home of a Bush’s Beans factory–this festival is a point of community pride.) Sage wasn’t thinking about local pride, though–he was just thinking about how to maximize his […]

The Brief and Illustrious Career of Frecky

A couple of days ago, Sage and I harvested the first few strawberries from our garden. Most went quietly and unsung to their demise, but one stood out: Frecky. Sage felt the need to name this unusually shaped berry after pointing out that it looked like a character from Diary of a Wimpy Kid, complete […]

Dish Inspiration

I had a revelation a few days ago: It was induced, as so many revelations are, by a pile of dirty dishes. They sat in the sink after dinner, exuding the silent but intimidating “You must do us now” vibe that all dirty dishes emit. Generally, I obey this silent command–or sometimes Paul will, if […]

Halloween Greetings from a Box Turtle

Unfortunately (read: “fortunately”), Sage’s elementary school forbade violent costumes, so his original soldier get-up was off the table. I was secretly grateful that I wouldn’t be obliged to pack him off to school bearing arms. Happily, Sage had another idea in mind for the school party: He would be a box turtle. Why a box […]