Shut it, you.
Hah!
The scene: Castle von Miracleborn. Saturday. The Empress has left for her secondary job at the dealership. Miracleman has gotten up before her to get her going, and has gotten the Princess pottied, dressed and is in the process of feeding her...
MM: Emeline, do you want a waffle?
Emeline: (nods)
(Miracleman gets a frozen waffle from the freezer and toasts it. Minutes later he hands the toasty warm waffle to Emeline.)
MM: It's hot, so blow on it.
Emeline: (blows on the waffle for a couple minutes. Takes a nano-nibble) Hot! (Gives waffle to the World's Stupidest Dog)
MM: Emeline! No! Don't give it to the--You just let it sit for a second or blow on it some more...AARGH!!
Emeline: Daddy coffee?
MM: Yes, that is Daddy's coff--HEY, LET GO OF...
(Emeline has grabbed the mug in Daddy's hand and pulled, slopping scalding coffee across his crotch)
MM: AAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!
(MM sobs in agony for a few minutes. Emeline colors on the wall with a Sharpie she found somewhere)
MM: Emeline, that was NOT NICE! Say you're sorry.
Emeline: (nowhere near sincere) Thorry.
(MM slumps back on the couch, whimpering. Emeline approaches with an impish smile.)
Emeline: Daddy?
MM: Yes, Punk?
Emeline: Waffle, pleathe.
(MM dies a little inside)
t hugs and pets cat whose only desire in life is to sleep twenty hours a day in Mommy's hair. Mommy wouldn't mind a few days of being in bed for twenty hours
Oh, hey Aims!
I tried to ask Joe about this last night, but I had to talk in code because S was right there listening, so I couldn't come up with anything that would clue him in, and he kind of enjoys cluelessness anyway....
Will I be paying you or your friends for the Wicked tickets?
If they look like freaks in college, that's their problem.
Bwah! I love this parenting philosophy!
Will I be paying you or your friends for the Wicked tickets?
Them. Probably at the Going Away Party that I have to invite everyone to.
Still.
Sigh
adds one more thing to freaking list
If they look like freaks in college, that's their problem.
When I was actually living on a college campus (for that whole one semester), dry cereal was pretty much the most popular food, so they should be fine.
We just played the game of Inside, Outside. We spent the half hour getting ready to go Outside. Played for a whole hour Outside (it's gray with a side of chilly here). Then Head Toddler said, "Inside" and stood at the door for five minutes indicating a desire to return to the warm glow of Nick, Jr. on TV.
Packed up the toys and the snack bowls and the sippy cups and carried all Inside.
Screaming. Tears. Crying, "Don't wanna go INSIDE!"
I give up. I want to go back to drinking and masturbating.
And our damned babysitter bailed on us for TOMORROW night. *sigh* It's a launch party for our friend's new, syndicated comic strip. There will be adults and alcohol there. Feh.
Oh, so people added milk to the cereal to get kids to consume milk? I always thought it was because people didn't like crunchy stuff. I never ever had milk in cereal and always wondered why it was considered odd not to.
Now I want to know the origins of adding cereal to milk. Or the origins of quick breakfast cereal (without any of the icky Kellogg dude's freak-ass ideas).
Oh, so people added milk to the cereal to get kids to consume milk? I always thought it was because people didn't like crunchy stuff. I never ever had milk in cereal and always wondered why it was considered odd not to.
I don't know that that's why people do it, but I decided I didn't need to care about my kids food preferences down to the detail of how they consumed the (usually healthy -- it's not all Cocoa Puffs around here) food, as long as they ate it, and since they already got enough milk, I realized I didn't have to care if the milk was in the bowl.
MM, obviously Emeline is proceeding with her plan for world domination - she's got the two of you jumping to obey her commands and the hot coffee on your crotch is to eliminate the chance of any competition (younger sibs). So far, she's doing pretty well.
