“Do you think there are videos on YouTube on how to do minor surgery?” I ask David. “No,” David says with a note of finality in his voice. “No?” “No, you may not do minor surgery on yourself.” “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t do minor surgery on myself.” David’s eyebrows rise as high as they…
Steve and Lola are looking out the kitchen’s east window. Staccato tails twitch back and forth in tandem – something is definitely up. I figure it’s our resident chipmunk taunting them from below the window. “What’s going on guys?” I ask, giving them both a scritch behind their ears before looking down. My hand cames…
Rissa is taking up all the space in front of the bathroom sink – arranging her eyebrows. “Excuse me hon,” I politely request – reaching for the taps so that I can wash my hands. “Sorry…” She scoots out of the way, allowing me full tap access, before returning to the mirror with tweezers in…
“You look like you’re having deep, introspective thoughts,” says David. We sit with Rissa, waiting for her first university tour. “Hmmmm…?” I am, indeed, lost in thought – imagining a future where my daughter is not a daily presence. “You’re looking very deep,” David continues. I snort. “What?” “All I can think now is that…
It might take a village to raise a child, but God forbid if you actually attempt it with your friends’ kids in North America. Parenting in the new Millennium seems to have taken on the Three Monkeys approach: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. More parents have become myopic helicopters hovering…
“Do you think we can take tasteful pictures of my breasts?” David perks up. “Most certainly.” “For public consumption?” “Pardon?” “You know, for my blog…” “Ummmmm…” His mouth opens and closes. “Don’t get me wrong. I am ALL for your breasts being on display. But… why do you want to have tasteful breast pictures on…
If I’m walking funny today, it’s because I’ve been well and truly fucked. $13.38 folks. I spent $13.38 on 1.365 kg of gluten free flour.* I thought I was doing the right thing, I really did. I thought that buying all purpose, gluten free flour at the Bulk Barn had to be cheaper than getting…
“I’ve figured it out!!” I exclaim. “You have? That’s great!” says David. “Figured what out?” asks Rissa. “It’s ‘take-a-chance, take-a-chance, take-a-take-a-chance-chance!” “Runh?” from Rissa. His interest now piqued, David stops mid-sandwich prep. I clarify. “I’m playing ABBA on repeat in the car. I’ve never been able to sing along with the boys’ part for…
A beautiful child is ahead of me in line at the Big Box store. She is approximately 7 years of age, dark hair, striking blue eyes. Freaking adorable. I find myself inclined to smile simply because of her incandescent beauty. And then I hear her scream/whine this: “I want TWO Kinder eggs!!!” The tone…
I do a double-take as I open my elbow. Since when does the skin there look like a plucked chicken? Like a really old, plucked chicken? Freaking ANCIENT. “Whoa! What the….? EEEEEEEEEEEW!“ “What are you doing?” asks Rissa. “Look at this skin!” “What about it?” “My inside elbow looks 90!” “No it does not.” “Sure…