One of my dad's ex-wives used to call children kidlets. We hated it. Because we hated her. Also, because the word sounds like "cutlets". And who needs that image?
Other ways we mess with children ... fun snacks shaped like Legos, to teach our toddlers it's okay to swallow Lego-shaped things! Go ahead!
My first cavity search.(SFW) Funny, but probably true.
Robert Scoble provides a running monologue about the birth of his son via Twitter. It made the list on the Twitter Hall of Shame. [via Karen, on Twitter of course]
For kidlets of all ages: Visit the Snack-o-matic snack food generator. Shallot and Blue Corn Grunteros? Endive and Paprika Flingingers? I can't understand why these delicious-sounding snacks are not available in my grocer's freezer.
She may have thought of you children as cutlets. Haven't you read Swift's "A Modest Proposal"?
Posted by: Your mother | June 20, 2008 at 08:12 AM
You're not Irish so you don't qualify.
And as we can eliminate one suspect for genetically proximate reasons that leaves two remaining suspects: the vindictive one and the very, very neurotic one. I go with the vindictive one: the very, very neurotic one would have felt too guilty about equating you with food...
Do I win a prize? If so, may I suggest one? Hint: only BB and I probably have heard of it.
Posted by: Anthony | June 20, 2008 at 08:48 AM
Anthony, you win. It was the "vindictive one". Toward the end of that marriage, if there had been a recipe in Prevention Magazine for braised step-child in wheatgrass-orange-cranberry sauce, she might have been tempted.
Posted by: pam | June 20, 2008 at 10:13 AM