X the other morning was watching Youtube while snuggling in bed with daddy, who was asleep since he works graveyards.
He woke up to Xen repeatedly and forcefully hitting him in the face.
Opening his eyes he grumbled to X, "What are you doing...?"
X grinned at him. "Daddy! I'm SLAPPIN you!" Smack smack smack smack.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Personal Statue
My morning started by waking to the sound of Xen trying to climb up my bookcase over the dog crate.
"Mama? What is that statue? That is a really weird statue, mama."
To which I replied, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND GO WATCH TV."
"But I want to see the statue!" She protested.
"No. Get out." I insisted, wondering at what age children begin having permanent memories.
"Ugh!" She replied, and stomped out.
...
...
Not three minutes later, she stomped back in. "Mama. It's a penis, isn't it? It looks like a penis."
"THAT IS MY OWN PERSONAL PENIS STATUE NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Damnit. This is going to be in her memory forever now, isn't it?
"Mama? What is that statue? That is a really weird statue, mama."
To which I replied, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND GO WATCH TV."
"But I want to see the statue!" She protested.
"No. Get out." I insisted, wondering at what age children begin having permanent memories.
"Ugh!" She replied, and stomped out.
...
...
Not three minutes later, she stomped back in. "Mama. It's a penis, isn't it? It looks like a penis."
"THAT IS MY OWN PERSONAL PENIS STATUE NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Damnit. This is going to be in her memory forever now, isn't it?
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