| Word to your Mother |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|10:01 pm] |
It's all about the words. Now that I'm two, I've begun to move on to advanced parent-manipulation. This is a two-part project. First I am putting far more discipline and effort into my crying. What before was a semi-involuntary wail is now a forcefully-focused tool of coercion! I've been able to remember what I am crying about for minutes on end recently, so I'm getting some very good, if unpredictable results. Second, WORDS! I am able to string three words together in a row now for unparalleled communication power! Abstractions, conditionals, reciprocal possession... I can do anything! Results also unpredictable, though. >:(
Mom and Dad are stupidly impressed when I say "Fishy eat bubble". I mean, it's no big deal. There's a fish. There are bubbles in its mouth. Duh!
As I suspected last time I wrote, we have indeed taken over a whole new home. I haven't been back to the other one in weeks, so I suspect we're staying here. The good thing is that the green room is mostly just for me and my toys. Mom and Dad didn't put much of anything else in there!
Speaking of toys, I got an Allistairatron! As soon as I figure out what it does, I will use it to do that thing. |
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Aw, Beebe, you're getting so big! :D
I was so happy to see you this weekend!
Good job coercing Mom and Dad to do stuff for you. it gets harder to do so when you get older.
Hold fast to the truths passed down to you by your evil genius forebearers! Robots are for crushing. Lasers are for threatening. Shoulder pads never go out of style.
Surely this Allistairatron shall be a potent tool of coercion and engine of dictatorial triumph in your tiny hands!
Wow, way to go straight past the Fisher Price nonsense and get to the really GOOD toys. You can create a whole lot of mischief with that piece of equipment. I can't wait to hear what happens...
You're officially That Kid With The Cool Toys. | |