the good old days

One day Five-Year-Old Daughter declared she’d been in a knife fight. She told a long, long story about how when her day camp took a field trip to the “Bounce House” (a place with lots of those huge inflatable slides and bouncy castles and such), one of the counselors took them in a back room and gave them all knives with plastic handles and told them they had to be in a knife fight. She picked a knife with flowers on the handle. It was about fifteen minutes before she admitted it was all made up…

If you like the silliness we produce here — well-edited, and plenty of things vetoed — you might enjoy the silliness that otherwise ends up on the cutting room floor, such as Daughter’s apparent fascination with hand-to-hand combat. Buzz is starting another blog to chronicle some of it.

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