Overheard at Our House

Background: MrPages shaved off his beard about two weeks ago. He has been shaving daily since then, but we’ve had a hectic week and he hasn’t been able to lather up for a few days. (That and he decided that his fifteen year old razor wasn’t doing the job anymore and perhaps he should replace . . . → Read More: Overheard at Our House

Overheard at My House

Two of the LittlePages are playing “Royalty.”

LittlePage who is playing the Queen responds to the Prime Minister who is giving a long rambly speech, “Would you please finish up!”

LittlePage Prime Minster, “But, Your Majesty, I am just getting to the point.”

LittlePage Queen, “No, I’m afraid you are just getting to a dull . . . → Read More: Overheard at My House

Overheard at the My House

LittlestPage sitting on the tire swing at the playground: Spin me! It makes my head laugh!

Overheard at My House

Midnight.

The sound of the pet rabbit scuffling in his kitchen cage.

The sound of rattling in the kitchen cutlery drawer.

The sound of a child peeing on the kitchen floor.

MrPages: What are you doing?

Sleepwalking child who has never sleepwalked before: Going to the bathroom!

The sound of two parents giggling uncontrollably in . . . → Read More: Overheard at My House

Overheard at my House

LittlestPage, breathless and panicky:

LittlePage3 is killing all my Little Friends in the sandbox with water!

Questions that ran through MrsPages mind:

Are the neighbours over? Can they swim? Is he using the hose? Where did he find it? How much mud is going to be involved in this? And just exactly how does my . . . → Read More: Overheard at my House