Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word Liam. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
“We don’t want to kill the Earth, because then we will have nowhere to live and we won’t be able to see the moon in outer space,” Liam said. “You’re right,” I said. “Where does God live?” he asked. “Err,” I said. “I think God is everywhere all the time wherever you want.” “No,” he [...]
Liam likes to discuss, at great length, what happens in the video games he plays. I often have no idea what the heck he’s talking about. But, I find the re-enactments so amusing that I play along. From what I gathered this game featured pirañas and beasts that eat you. Also something creepy happened.
“Does Batman have x-ray vision?” Nolan asked. “No, he doesn’t have any superpowers he only has a belt,” I said. “He has a swing gun.” “That’s not a superpower that’s a weapon.” “He has boomerangs.” “Still weapons,” I said. “Batman’s not super.” “Yeah, he is,” Nolan said. “Why else is he called a superhero? Because [...]
“You know they go into Sid’s house,” Liam said. “I know. It’s crazy,” I said. “And you know what? Sid tortures his violent toys for fun.” “What do you think about that?” “It’s not good because then Sid can’t play and the toys are sad.”
“What are you doing?” Liam asked, his back to me while he played MarioKart. “I’m working,” I said. “Why do you work?” “Because I need money.” “It’s not all about money,” Liam said. “Oh,” I said. “Do you want to be rich?” he asked. “I don’t know,” I said. “Should I be rich?” “No,” he [...]
Watching Garfield with Liam, who is four. “Garfield is not funny,” I said. “Yes, he is,” Liam said. “Nope, he’s never been funny. Not even in 1984.” “LAME!” “Garfield’s lame, not me,” I said. “Garfield is a cat who acts like a human,” he said, laughing at the TV. “That’s always funny.”
“I think they take a bath with their suits on, right Aunt Jodi?” Liam is playing Lego Batman on the Wii. He keeps up a running dialog that I mostly ignore until I hear my name. “Right,” I said. I was half listening at all. “Does it take their suits a long time to dry? [...]
Max calls his Winkletoe and Jaycie’s is Sparkletoe. Cade called his Wushy. Liam calls his D.T., because that’s what Nolan called his. Mine’s called Blackhole Sun, a nickname given to it by my college roommate F.R. Chicken because of its resemblance to an afghan that can be seen in the Soundgarden video. The blanket doesn’t [...]
Liam is hopping across the living room, laughing his head off. “The mouse is chasing the dog.” “I see that.” “The dog always beats up the cat,” he says, hopping in the other direction. “The cat beats up the mouse. What’s the dog’s name?” “Spike,” I say. “How do you know? Are you sure?” “Yes, [...]
“I will always play spikeyball,” Nolan said to Liam. “Oh look, look, it’s loading.” The Tibbles (at least Nolan and Liam) have figured out how to use Ziggy to get to the App Store, find the free Kids games, and download games. They are officially more tech savvy than 89% of all Americans.
What does it mean to bow down before the one you serve? Why did Michael Jackson love Stevie Wonder? What is the name of this weird song? (Sir Duke) Why is his name Stevie Wonder? Where does he live? Does Stevie Wonder go to Target? Is he dirty or does he take a shower? Will [...]
We eat cereal for lunch: Though sometimes we make our own pizzas: And then we do crafts:
It was about 10:05 p.m. when I clicked the Add New link on my WordPress dashboard to begin composing a new post about how I took the Tibbles to the park (where I got sunburn) and watched Liam lick spilled Freezie Pop off the top of a table. There was going to be more Tibble [...]
What’s your name? Nolan: Liam the very hungry caterpillar. Liam: No, It’s Liam. My name is Liam and I’m hungry all day because I have to get strong. What’s your favorite color? Liam: Uh, blue. Because I like it. Nolan: Blue is lame. Liam: Nuhuh, red and green is lame. Liam: what are you typing? [...]
Nolan sat cross-legged on the floor (a manner of sitting my niece Jaycie calls “criss-cross apple sauce” and what was called “Indian style” when I was a kid), Lucinda, my guitar, draped across his lap. Liam sat on the other side of the guitar petting the green surface. “We’re going to play so loud, we’ll [...]
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