we had a bell. Big old cast-iron bell in the courtyard in front of the house. It was quite embarrasing to be in the middle of a game of ghost-in-the-graveyard and hear ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding! and have all the other kids tease, "hey McNultys your dinner's ready!"
'Potential'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
what do meta-agnostics get?
edit: I tend to identify as atheist as it discourages efforts to convert me. Maybe I can get some a-frame hugs today.
My dad has the ability to whistle so piercingly that he could just open the front door of the house, stick two fingers in his mouth, whistle, and I'd hear it four blocks over at the playground. I knew then it was time to go home. Better than a cell phone!
HOW. HOW DID YOU GET HIM TO USE THE THING???????????????
I credit daycare for much of it, Franny for the rest. I did very little. About all I actively did was sing goofy songs to him on the potty like "if you pee-pee in the potty shout HOORAY!" Oh, and I stopped putting him in diapers once he started to demonstrate that he could use it. After that, I think the general unpleasantness of the wet/poopy underpants teaches them the rest.
He's better at using it for #1 than #2, even now. And a lot of the kids in his class are still wearing pull-ups, so don't worry. She's not behind the curve, Lillian will learn when she's ready.
When I was 4 I got loose from my dad at the mall and decide to play hide-and-seek, compacting myself into the space beneath a bench in a dressing room at the far end of the place. Not so great for parental peace of mind, but I was ahead of my time in developing the skills necessary to survive invasion by chest-busting aliens.
Laga, your name's McNulty? Oh, that's right...I skeeved you once talking about my mad crush on The Wire's Jimmy McNulty.
Wait. Laga, you live in LA, right? And your name is McNulty?
Do you know a Tracy McNulty?
I don't know Tracy McNulty, Mike McNulty or... there's a McNulty who writes for the LA Times... don't know him either.
My Dad, bro and grampa are all James so yeah, Jimmy McNulty is just a weird name to see on TV.
::tacklehugs tommyrot, Scola, Scrappy and Daisy Jane::
::a-frame hugs Laga::
If I missed anyone, sorry!
Also, all those as may be praying or vibing or ~ma'ing types, please to send some out in about 15-20 minutes. I'm off for one last meeting with the department administrator about the billion and one job interviews that happened last week.
Ah, just as well Laga. That would have been a weird worlds-colliding moment.