by Al the Dalek » Fri Oct 08, 2010 3:11 pm
Dear Noobcake,
Note to self: Small children and microwaves do not fit well together. But that's another story. Here's the real one.
APPARENTLY Jr. had the brains enough to figure out how to climb up the banister with his puny little muscles (it involved lots of cushions, by the looks of it. I didn't even know we had that many. Are we stocking up for the great and powerful pillow fight war of the world or something? I dunno.) and THEN he climbed onto the banister (and left lots of peanut butter stained pawprints) AND THEN he jumped from there onto the fan. Which was on.
It did not end well.
Duh.
Anyway, I come in and Junior's on the floor crying with a split lip. And one of his tiny little baby fangs fell out. Sometimes I hate kids, but this is not one of those times. I went over and helped him clean up and cuddled him to make him be quiet.
Stop that.
You're mocking me.
I can tell.
With your white, empty pages. It's this idiot thing's way of saying HAHAHAWHINERHAHAHA.
I'm not going to just let small children cry! Cuddling fixed it.
His expression could have made that freaky stone wolf that kidnapped Emrr's brother tear up.
If it was possible it could cry. It. She. Thing.
I asked him why he did it, and he said, "I wanted to have supah powahs. So I could fly! But I feeeeeelllllll dowwwwwn. Waaa~aaah."
Woah. I used a squiggly. You know. This thing. ~ That random thing they put on computers for no apparent reason, I drew it out.
Wooooah.
Anyway. MUST FOCUS.
I then delivered my most sappy line I have ever let crossed my lips. I swear it left cinnamon dust everywhere. If Gothie reads this, smeg. I may die a terrible death.
Maybe I can flush it down the toilet when I'm done writing it.
Nah. I'm too lazy. Anyway FOCUSING.
"Jr," I said, very seriously. "Flying is all about falling, and getting back up again."
Being with girls is rubbing off with me. Maybe I should hide away in a cave and live off the land. But wait. No toilets. Argggh. Plus there's the fact I would go crazier than Emrr without a girl.
Jr. perked up. "Reawwy?" he sniffled. "Then let's do it again!"
AGH NO. That was not what I wanted to hear, I'll tell you that much.
Purna came in eating a taco. And may I say, he used the front door. Meaning he had been out of the house.
"Where the smeg were you?" I growled at him. Jr. scampered away, the encounter with the DEADLY FAN out of the way.
"Gettin' a taco," said Purna, and took a bite.
I want a taco right now. I could go get one.
ARGH WHAT IS WITH MY WRITING. I must focus!
Fooooocusing.
Right.
"Well, you were supposed to stay in the house!" I snapped at him. "I'm in charge! You knew that! Why did you get out of the house and get a taco?!"
"I was watching tv," said Purna, and he took another bite. After swallowing, he continued. "And the commercial came on. The dude was so...compelling...I knew...I must obey the tacoman. I had to get a taco."
Argh.
Anyway. I sent Purna upstairs after much threatening and a fighting match in which Jr. threw things at us and I won.
I love being the older brother. Other than that, nothing really happened.
Anyway, I'm tired. It was a loooong night. Bye Noobcake.
Kudos to anyone who can figure out where "Must obey the tacoman" is from. :3