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dakegraIt must be love.
Exhibit #1: After spending the entire day not wanting to go outside in the snow (what little we have of it), LB announced at about 5pm that she *really* wanted to go outside and play. So, we find ourselves outside, in the dark, playing in the snow. Did I mention how cold it was?
Exhibit #2: After playing down at his friends' house (yes, punctuation pedants, there were two friends who live at the same house) EB turned up in time for a quick bit of Xbox. Then he realised that his toy skeleton (don't ask, he's a nine year-old boy) was no longer in his pocket, and therefore he had dropped it on the way up the street. So, I find myself walking down the street, in the dark, and the cold, looking for a toy skeleton. Which is, naturally white. Much like the half inch of snow on the street. EB said that he'd ridden his scooter back up the road, so I followed the tracks, checking for the missing toy. Got home, no luck.
Did you check the pavement? EB asks. No, I followed your scooter wheel tracks, says I. But, X rode the scooter most of the way up! EB protests.
*headdesk*
Exhibit #1: After spending the entire day not wanting to go outside in the snow (what little we have of it), LB announced at about 5pm that she *really* wanted to go outside and play. So, we find ourselves outside, in the dark, playing in the snow. Did I mention how cold it was?
Exhibit #2: After playing down at his friends' house (yes, punctuation pedants, there were two friends who live at the same house) EB turned up in time for a quick bit of Xbox. Then he realised that his toy skeleton (don't ask, he's a nine year-old boy) was no longer in his pocket, and therefore he had dropped it on the way up the street. So, I find myself walking down the street, in the dark, and the cold, looking for a toy skeleton. Which is, naturally white. Much like the half inch of snow on the street. EB said that he'd ridden his scooter back up the road, so I followed the tracks, checking for the missing toy. Got home, no luck.
Did you check the pavement? EB asks. No, I followed your scooter wheel tracks, says I. But, X rode the scooter most of the way up! EB protests.
*headdesk*
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Date: 2010-11-29 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-29 02:00 pm (UTC)I'm sure it won't have fallen out of his pocket, given that he was wearing a fleece and the skeleton is, as I said, sticky. My money is on him thinking he's put it in his pocket at his friends' house, but it falling out again as he took his hand out of the pocket. We'll give them a call tonight and see.
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:34 pm (UTC)