Mrs Pickwick, chatting with Sweet and Feisty over breakfast and tea, vaguely attempting to clear up the mysteries of the universe and proper cooking temperatures, before a second cup of coffee: “When you get married, you usually take your husband’s name.” Sweet: “That is weird! But, he will be a boy with a boy’s name and… Continue reading Tea with Sweet P
Small Pickwick, in process of being educated: “Mommy, do you want to hear something very funny? When I first read about Romans I thought the book said ‘A Roman in a Taco!’ But now I know that they wear Tagos, not Tacos. Sometimes I still like to imagine them in tacos, just for fun.”
Small Pickwick to Sweet Pickwick, as they play with their Louisa May Alcott paper dolls, barely able to speak through her own amusement: “Look, look! It’s Jo, dressed as Amy!!” Maniacal giggling from both. After reading Little Women, the Pickwicks enjoyed a Movie Night. It is the first time Small has been able to compare a book to… Continue reading Bookworms in Bloom
Small Pickwick, in high dudgeon at the lunch table: “Do you know? I don’t believe I was actually born in this family. I believe I arrived here by accident.” A somewhat smaller, Sweet Pickwick crumples to the floor in sisterly distress and agony and wails: “But I want you to belong to us! Why don’t… Continue reading Fairies and Math
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
