| Randoms |
[Jun. 2nd, 2007|03:43 pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) loinfruit "Mommy, you're a GENIUS!"
loinfruit "Mama, faster rhymes with disaster."
loinfruit, looking at a picture of D. next to a male friend: "Is that your friend and his old friend? Are you his new friend?" |
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| Suspicious little children. |
[Apr. 7th, 2007|09:18 am] |
Package arrives at the doorstep.
loinfruit "Mommy, mommy, a package for me!"
kinfae "No, honey, this one is for mommy."
loinfruit "Let me see the label."
*looks at the label, realizes that there is no loinfruit written there. Also realizes there is no Mommy written there.*
loinfruit "Mommy, I don't see your name either..." |
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| Christmas Comes Early |
[Dec. 25th, 2006|03:47 am] |
Things I have just taught my long-suffering mother.
1. As soon as any light is showing, it is morning. This includes light from someone else turning on their porch light, street lights, or the house across the way, all lit up like the children have gotten the parents there too.
2. If I get excited enough and shout to ask whether Santa got here and start running down the stairs, my mother will let me start opening presents before she realizes it is 3:30 AM
3. I will by that point have scarfed enough candy from my stocking to both a) not be able to go back to sleep, and b) make her regret the time-honored C---- family tradition of getting presents as soon as the children were awake.
4. Next time, ask people what they've gotten me, before I a) wind up with toys requiring assembly, or batteries, while I dance around chanting 'Santa is generous, PRESENTS, oh boy, oh boy, PRESENTS, Santa is generous!' or b) Realize that the horse I got is a match for the doll that was left behind in another state and threaten to break out into tears on Christmas morning, because no damage control was in place.
5. Once presents are open, nobody's really tired anyway. |
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| Three things, two fun, one not. |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|06:04 pm] |
loinfruit "Mommy, I'm trying to remember. *long pause* Like the fifth of November."
loinfruit "Look, mommy, the doll is lying on Pony!"
kinfae "But what does pony feel about having the doll's feet on her?"
loinfruit "No, mommy, it's okay. She likes to be trampled on."
And of course, the heartbreaking.
loinfruit: "Daddy says I don't like your house. Daddy says that I like his house, that your house is no fun. Daddy says I don't love you." |
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| Awww |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|09:19 pm] |
(kinfae is talking on the phone to Brendan)
loinfruit: Can I talk to him?
(whispered conference)
kinfae: Okay, sure.
loinfruit: Hi.
Brendan: Hi.
kinfae: Did you want to say something to him?
loinfruit: I love him.
kinfae: He hasn't said two words to you! Why do you love him?
loinfruit: Because he makes you happy. |
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| What have I started? |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|05:54 am] |
Setting:Bedtime.
loinfruit: Mama, tell me a story?
kinfae: *proceeds to tell a story full of swashbuckling and freedom*
[Unknown LJ tag]: Mama, tell me a rebel story.
kinfae Okay, an Irish rebel story, or an American one?
loinfruit Irish!
kinfae Okay. Well, it was Easter time in 1916, and some people had decided that they were going to go out and fight...
loinfruit With the princess behind them! The princess fought too. And then they died.
kinfae You know, for the '16 rising, that's not entirely inaccurate.. |
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