i want chocolate milk.
Jan. 14th, 2008 08:11 pmHad the following conversation with a five-year-old today:
Me: Whoa there, buddy. You can use the scissors or you can run in circles like a demented whirligig until you vomit, but you can't do both.
Ben: Can too. My mom says.
Me: Really. Your mom says you're allowed to run with scissors?
Ben: All the time. (turns to three-year-old brother) Right, Will?
Will: (nods emphatically) Yeah. We get chocolate ship [sic] cookies if we do.
Ben: But only if we keep our eyes open really wide.
Me: *headsofa*
In other news, freaky surrealistic Do I Twist, Do I Fold dreamfic has consumed my every waking thought, and is near completion. How depressing is it that this twenty-five page fic has taken me nearly seven months to finish?
Pretty damn depressing, I should think.
Also, has anyone else ever noticed the rather alarming sexual tension between Tigger and Rabbit? Or is that just me, exhausted and overexposed to children's television?
Me: Whoa there, buddy. You can use the scissors or you can run in circles like a demented whirligig until you vomit, but you can't do both.
Ben: Can too. My mom says.
Me: Really. Your mom says you're allowed to run with scissors?
Ben: All the time. (turns to three-year-old brother) Right, Will?
Will: (nods emphatically) Yeah. We get chocolate ship [sic] cookies if we do.
Ben: But only if we keep our eyes open really wide.
Me: *headsofa*
In other news, freaky surrealistic Do I Twist, Do I Fold dreamfic has consumed my every waking thought, and is near completion. How depressing is it that this twenty-five page fic has taken me nearly seven months to finish?
Pretty damn depressing, I should think.
Also, has anyone else ever noticed the rather alarming sexual tension between Tigger and Rabbit? Or is that just me, exhausted and overexposed to children's television?