The Mayor ,'End of Days'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I've been watching noodle this afternoon while he napped (and mommy and his brothers went to a birthday party). He just woke up. He wears these special shoes when he sleeps, to fix club foot I think, so he can't walk out of his room when he wakes up. So, he screams, "I WAKED UP! I WAKED UP! VAL! I WAKED UP!" It's so freaking cute.
Now he's down watching Curious George and drinking milk. Ah, the life.
See, it's what MM is going through that makes me realize it's really a good thing I'm not a parent. My solution for a rampaging toddler would probably be to build a fort out of cushions, put the munchkin in there with markers and paper, and explain that if she tries to leave the fort, horrible monsters would materialize through the cracks in the floor and eat her. At a guess, that's probably not a good parenting strategy.
NOT a good strategy, Joseph.
MM, how'd she get hold of Q-tips?
Maybe EM has developed a transporter - have you taught her the virtues of sharing yet?
Wouldn't work with Emeline anyway.
True story: She is really getting into the whole "pretending" phase. And a big part of pretending starts with monsters. So she'll run around around saying "Aaaahhh!! A mo'ster, a mo'ster, daddy, daddy, a mo'ster!!"
The other day she runs up to me and says "Daddy!! A mo'ster!!" I say to her "Should we hide?"
She says "No, daddy!! C'mere, me hit it!!"
Slayer in training? We can only hope.
Man, if I could get Susan Sto-Helit to nanny for Emeline I would never have to worry again.
Now, I'll go look at the link.
In the ten minutes I spent taking out trash, cleaning the shit out of the back yard and helping Aimee's mom put away a couple of groceries, she managed to spill water everywhere, write with water on two windows with a Q-tip, write on the computer screen with (thankfully washable) marker, get blocks everywhere, denude the couch and loveseat of throw pillows and spread her books over three counties.
So...she's Max and you're Ruby?
So...she's Max and you're Ruby?
Only if Ruby's mistake were to leave EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET nearby, yes.
So, we get to call Joe "Ruby" now?