Is That A Quarter In Your Pocket?

posted by Momo Fali on February 20, 2008

Today is “Letter Q day” at my son’s preschool. For each letter day, he is supposed to bring in an item which starts with that letter, and he decided he would take a quarter…probably like the rest of the class will.

Lately, he’s been putting his underwear on backward, so this morning when he was getting dressed for school, I asked him to come closer so I could see if he had put them on correctly.

When he was a few feet away and facing me, I said, “Okay. I can tell you have them on the right way.”

He asked, “How do you know? The tag’s in the back.”

I said, “Well, there’s that little…uh…pocket in the front, so I can tell they’re not on backward.”

He looked down and replied, “Oh! I can put my quarter in there!”

Peace, Love, and Anti-Wrinkle Cream

posted by Momo Fali on February 19, 2008

MSN Health and Fitness has declared fungi-filled facial products to be the newest “age-erasers”. It turns out that mushrooms can decrease inflammation and improve the tone of your skin.

You should discontinue ‘shroom application if skin irritation occurs, or if you suddenly develop an affinity for tie-dyed t-shirts and Joan Baez music.


Darn That Backwards Logic

posted by Momo Fali on February 18, 2008

My son and I got into a conversation about whether or not he had ever eaten lobster. He said that he’s never had it, when I know in fact, that he has. Most recently, he ate some on New Year’s Eve.

During this disagreement, his speech therapist would’ve shuddered to hear him say, “I not had lobster on New Year’s Eve.”

I corrected him and said, “You shouldn’t say, you not had lobster. You should say…you DID NOT have lobster on New Year’s Eve.”

He replied, “See? You said I didn’t have it, so I was right.”

Julia Child, I Am Not

posted by Momo Fali on February 16, 2008

For Valentine’s Day, my husband and I promised not to spend any money on each other. The two of us, along with the kids, made handmade cards, and it turned out to be the best Valentine’s Day I can recall. Flowers and chocolates are nice, but these gifts were truly from the heart.

But, even without the painted pictures from the kids and a sweet poem from my husband, I am fully aware that my family loves me. I know this, because they don’t criticize my cooking…and I am one lousy cook.

The other night, while making spaghetti and meatballs, I realized halfway through cooking that I didn’t have the key ingredient for my sauce. That ingredient being the sauce itself. In this house, made from scratch is an unused term. Prego does it much better than I ever could.

So, what do you do when frozen meatballs are starting to thaw on the bottom of your Crock Pot and there’s no Prego in the house? Add some Hormel Chili, and a jar of tomato soup, of course!

And, my husband, my son and my daughter ate that “sauce”…and I use that term real lightly… over whole wheat pasta without complaint. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.