Sunday Morning

Ten times today Pop asked me, “Why are you home today? Are you off from school because of the snow?” (He does have the questioning capacity of a four year old.) Nine times I explained to him that it’s Sunday. I don’t go to school on Sunday.” By the tenth time, I was very exasperated, I finally said. "Pop look at the comics, if they are in color….It’s Sunday!”

Saturday Mourning

It is a very snowy Saturday. At least 12 inches of snow have fallen and Mom and Pop have cabin fever. Anyway, Pop got up early, started his breakfast and then realized that he didn't have his newspaper. They say that there are five stages of grief, Pop experienced all of these: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance

• He couldn’t possibly have breakfast without his newspaper. He never has breakfast without his newspaper. How could this happen? It always just appears at the table when I get up in the morning.
• Did the delivery person (Eric) forget? What to do? What to do?
• Should I try to get it myself? Wait, the last time I did that, I fell. (He didn’t really think that, I just wanted you to know that he really did fall outside in the snow trying to get his newspaper) Or wait to see if it magically appears?
• Maybe if I wish real hard, when I open my eyes or it will be here. Or maybe after I get out of the bathroom for the fourth time this morning, I’ll find it folded neatly on the chair. Oh, no! I’ve finished my cantaloupe and my oatmeal will be gone soon too and still no paper.
• I guess I will have to finish my three-hour breakfast without my paper to read or my fizzle to punish. (see spoonerisms for translation)

There is a happy ending to this sad, snowy, story. Jazz found the paper buried under a mound of snow and saved the day…just like Lassie!

Code Breakers

At the dinner table tonight...

Mom: "Hold it up to the light and look at its rear-end." 
This reference was a mystery until...
Pop lifted his pill box, turned it over, and held it up to the light to see if he had taken his dinner pills. 


(Oh so much easier than opening up that little lid.)