2010-08-11 21:21 | fche blog eric overheard
Upstairs, just after bath time for the brats, after some hallway chatter about protons and density, then:
`Enough talking about the periodic table, put on some clothes!’.
2010-04-15 18:41 | fche blog eric different drummer
Our 5.4-year-old little guy took part in a regional music competition the other day. People who know him will not be surprised that he stood out.
Read more...2010-03-23 20:46 | fche blog eric wubba wubba
Eric insisted I publish this today. It has something to do with this video.
Read more...2010-03-05 13:17 | fche blog eric bleat me daddy
OK. I’m stumped.
What the heck are the sheep talking about at the end of this sesame street classic?
UPDATE. Ah, this Andrews Sisters song.
2010-02-02 08:29 | fche blog eric uninvited
Time’s passing rubs itself in one’s face in all sorts of ways. This morning it was the brats’ show of “appreciation” after I built a little foam/mat house for them in the basement. They moved in right away and dumped a bucketful of toys.
Since this house was larger than usual, I was able to squish in and see what was going on. I told them them about the times long ago when I and my brothers played with cardboard forts on an apartment balcony, shooting waterguns in the summer. But not for long.
ERIC
Go away please.
FRANK
Why?
ERIC
Because you’re too old.
STUART
This is for kids only. Two kids. Zero adults.
FRANK
(moping, withdraws)
2009-10-05 10:58 | fche blog eric distraction
Our 4.9-year-old boy is easily distracted, and he knows it.
Read more...2009-08-14 08:32 | fche blog eric young offender
A few days ago, 4.5-year-old Eric and I went shopping to a local Staples store. The boy has been using computers for half his life, and enjoys trying out the others on display. He was foiled by all the Vista log-on screens that asked for a sales guy password.
Well, he was not foiled for long. As he poked around the logon window, he came across the helpful “password hint” popup, into which the store staff had helpfully placed some text. Eric said “let’s try that!”, typed it in, and of course it turned out to be the real cleartext password. He poked around the broken-into machine a bit then moved on.
I reported both of us to the nearby cashier, as criminal and accomplice.
2009-07-21 10:16 | fche blog eric silence in the morning
A few days ago, there was one of those quiet mornings in the house that parents of young kids both delight and dread.
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