"papa," the children call me: musings, vignettes, occasional poems

these are the wonders of being a stay-at-home papa.

the twelve-year-old refuses even to look

at pictures of birds and puts fingers in her ears at the anticipation of mention of birds. Advertisements

January 8, 2014 · Leave a comment

this is my kingdom come,

sings the boy.

January 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

you can call me green beans,

sings the boy.

January 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

the little girl didn’t want to wear a new jacket

to school because it would get dirty.

January 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

there’s nothing bad

for me here.

October 14, 2013 · Leave a comment

“let’s go around the neighborhood,”

said the six-year-old girl.

August 27, 2013 · Leave a comment

through the looking-glass

the twelve-year-old and i were enjoying the wordplay.

July 25, 2013 · Leave a comment