Last week, Shortstack and I were out and about around town, having an amusing discussion in the car between stopping points. I forget what our conversation was about, but at one point I said to him, ‘Don’t be a such a wiseguy!’ As is usually the case, I was quickly put in my [...]

So it turns out that the ‘tighties‘ Shortstack was referring to weren’t tightey-whiteys after all, rather tights/pantyhose/stockings, etc. It clicked as we were changing from our school/work clothes to our ‘we aren’t doing SQUAT this afternoon’ attire and he saw the fist sized hole I had poked through the support pantyhose I wore [...]

Shortstack was enjoying some ‘private bath time’ Monday night while I was being a terrible mommy and catching up on some blogs across the hall in the office. He had been on the verge of being sick since Friday, but at this point his only symptom was still the extreme whininess (isn’t that the [...]

Shortstack has always asked for ‘piggy bank’ rides, as opposed to the usual ‘piggy BACK’ ride. Clever, astute analysis of this particular choice of words escapes me; thus I open the floor to you clever, astute Internet folk!

This morning Papa Frog took Shortstack out to pick up a few things from the store and have a special breakfast out while I slept in for a bit (I told you where my priorities are…) and had a quiet few minutes to myself. Instead of going to Waffle House, Papa Frog suggested [...]