| Over-reacting |
[Apr. 18th, 2008|10:55 pm] |
Mom and dad appear to be specialists in the field of freaking out. I was playing with the phone, as usual... (This is one of my rights as a baby, I now know) A bunch of flashy-light cars were apparently speeding towards the house as a result of some whatever thing I did on the phone... (who cares?) and (get this) dad CALLED THEM AND TOLD THEM TO NOT COME WTF??!?!1? Cars with sirens and lights are on their way, and he warns them off?
What a rip-off!
It may be related to the Stuff Game. Recently, they've begun moving literally EVERY SINGLE THING in the house into little boxes. Everything's been moved around. Some of it they're moving to some other place. We visited there tonight so that I could sit in some empty boxes and run around and stuff. Anyway, I think it's driving them crazy.
In other news: Mom cut my hair again, and I hated it with the abiding passion of a thousand lost souls orbiting endlessly about the scenes of their own deaths. Dad helped, so he sucks too. Looks good though!
Also new: I never knew this before, but I discovered that there is a jungle behind the house!! I explored all over and found... stuff. It was cool. |
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Uh oh! You were able to perform "Summon Flashy Light Cars," and your dad was able to Dispell Flashy Light Cars before you got to see them? What a bummer.
Also: Let's see the haircut, kid.
Wow, parents are just unfathomable. Who wouldn't want speeding flashy-light cars?
It's a jungle out there, kid. Literally.
Aunty Tree
hahahahaha, brilliant! I don't think I ever quite got that combination of numbers down when I was a baby... | |
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