Author Archives: Wm. Amurgis

My three youngest children — ages 11, 8, and 8 — all played Little League baseball this summer.  I enjoyed watching them play, as it took me back to my own childhood when I would spend the better part of … Continue reading →

After dinner tonight, I overheard the following conversation between my two sons: 8-year-old: What are you doing in art class? 11-year-old: I’m drawing a self-portrait. 8-year-old: A self-portrait of who?

I have five children, and they mostly look alike — except for my 8-year-old son, who has slightly different features and a more husky body composition.  He has a twin sister, so we consider him the bonus baby. One day, … Continue reading →

My 8-year-old son completed his first soccer season, and received — along with all the rest of his teammates — a generic medal attached to a ribbon, to wear around his neck. He showed it to his parents with pride, … Continue reading →

We prefer to eat dinner as a family, all seven of us sitting around the dining room table and talking about our day. Unfortunately, with so many mouths, it’s often difficult to find an opportunity to speak. Once, when my … Continue reading →

I was drilling my 5-year-old son last night, teaching him opposites in preparation for kindergarten later this year. Me: On. Him: OFF! Me: Quiet. Him: LOUD! Me (just to confuse): Sam. Sam is his brother’s name. He thought for a … Continue reading →

My five-year-old son asked his mother: “How do you spell ‘whoa?’” (Or did he mean “woe?”) His mother explains: “Well, there are two ways to spell it, depending on its use. Can you use it in a sentence?” My son … Continue reading →

My ten-year-old daughter wrote the following note to Santa last night, and left it next to a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. Dear Santa, I was wondering if you knew where my little packet of gold dust … Continue reading →

My 4-year-old twin son was watching golf with his grandfather when he ran to tell me something. “Dad, can you buy us a little golf set? Can you get one for me, and then a littler one for Charlotte [his … Continue reading →