Mrs. Pickwick, looking down at a fresh scone in dismay: “I do so wish we had some clotted cream for these.” Fr. Pickwick, sympathetically: “I’m sorry…” Mrs. Pickwick: “…that we don’t live in mid to late nineteenth century England? Yeah. Me too.” Fr Pickwick glances around for sources of comforting inspiration: “Well, we have this… Continue reading Perfectly Normal Pickwickian Moments
After an excursion to a movie theater to see an opera (because that’s how we do movie theaters, evidently), Fr Pickwick, in raptures, went to great pains to make sure he took full advantage of the opportunity to point out important musical nuances (because Mrs Pickwick has science under control, so he is taking musical… Continue reading Small Pickwicks attend an Opera
Upon my return from an errand, I could not help but notice the screams, whoops, yells, thumps, crashes, and maniacal giggling coming from our basement, presumably originating from small Pickwicks of assorted sizes, and possibly a local circus they had invited in for the afternoon. I posed the following question to Fr. Pickwick: “So, are… Continue reading The Measure of Happiness
The intrepid Pickwickians, always willing to quest into unchartered lands for knowledge, braved a science experiment this week. Mrs. Pickwick does not conduct science experiments on a very regular basis, having an unfortunate lack of forethought and apparently the only pantry that is never stocked with “everyday things everyone has in the kitchen.” The usual… Continue reading An Inspiring Homeschool Post: Mrs Pickwick on Science