Hee. Last time I sat on for Em, she demanded an "appaw."
I said, "You want an apple?"
Pause. Hestinant nod. "Appaw."
So I get her a chunk of apple. She looked at it like a giant bug had crawled into her hand and gave me an injured look. "NO! No appaw!" and threw it on the table.
"No apple. Got it." I picked it up and went to throw it away.
Plantive voice. "Kwitin? Appaw?"
Brought it back. She gulped it down.

Kids is weird.

I'm eating waffews right now AIFG!

I think the Oakland Tribune needs to fire its sports page headline writer:

Ugh, what an opener

That's not a HEADLINE. That's a BLOG POST.

In conclusion, my boss really likes The Black Donnellys.

I recommended the Exploratorium, but she's scared of getting lost.

There's a joke in here somewhere.

Mal's more a pancake ("bahn-bake!") man than a waffle man. Last time I made pancakes, he did the Snoopy dance in the middle of the kitchen chanting, "Num! Num! Num!"

So I guess that's the dance of Numfar.

Oh! Turns out he speaks Greek. Only outside the house, and only with Not!Parents, but at the park yesterday he said "Ball" and "No" and "Up" and so on in Greek the whole time.

Too bad for your boss, because it's being cancelled.

Then she'll heave a heavy put-upon sigh and go to the freezer and fetch a waffle, all the while looking at me like "Idiot. It's pronounced 'waffew'."

I'm sure I told y'all about the screaming matches mom and I had over "junastics" vs. gymnastics complete with 2 year old rationalization "You play on a jungle gym."

Any talk of waffles throws me back to some song that Bert (of Ernie and fame) sang on a video my niece used to listen to about the W and what life would be like without it. It had the line, "a fine word like waffle would turn out just 'affle."

It's not any trouble
You know it's a double-you
When you say, "Wuh wuh wuh wuh."

I told her stuff! I recommended the Exploratorium, but she's scared of getting lost. We're having dinner tonight. Woo, meeting Buffistas!

So I can't be helpful? Harumph.

In conclusion, my boss really likes The Black Donnellys.

Me, too. I think the last episode on the slate is the one airing 4/16. Supposedly, it's not "officially" canceled yet, but so much stuff never gets officially canceled. It just poofs away.

They're going to put some awful Real Wedding Crashers type reality show in its place, which you know probably costs 1/4 of the price of TBD to make, and will get 8 times the ratings. Bye bye TBD.

Too bad for your boss, because it's being cancelled.

Too bad for ME, too. It's not official, though, right? They're just pulling it for a while, and they could totally bring it back and let us see how the story plays out, RIGHT?

So I can't be helpful? Harumph.

That is correct. Only I can be helpful. You can be smart instead.

Brrr. It's about 35 degrees here. It's my SPRING BREAK, dammit! Of course, NEXT week is all 60's and 70's. You know. When I'm back in SCHOOL.

Grr.

I have already had 2 cups o' coffee. I want more. Is this a bad idea?

One more day of work and then bank holiday! surely I can do that.

Kristin, I might get the name of your financial adviser when I finally, you know, have a real job. I sure as hell can't do this stuff by myself.

You know, I love that the sun is shining in manchester, and that we get light until after 7Pm, and all the other attendant glories of spring. But man, do I need a better curtain, because this sun shit hits me in the eyes like a one-two punch every freaking morning.