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at breakfast, Farmkid had gotten out of her seat and was messing around in her play kitchen. she dropped a magnifying loupe on her foot, and started screaming and crying, and ran out of the room.
Sister retrieved the loupe, sighed, and said, “at least it fell on her foot so it didn’t break,” and then looked at the others of us at the table. “That’s probably the most sociopathic thing I’ve said in a while,” she said.
“You’re a monster,” her husband informed her, and they both laughed, and then she went to comfort the child, who is in a phase of fake-crying loudly until sufficient sympathy has been offered.
(Mostly Farmkid has been lovely this whole visit, big enough to be helpful and patient and so on, but sometimes she’s, well, still a baby.) (We’ve learned, by the way, that she can safely use adult pruners, because she needs both hands to close them so there’s no way for her to get her fingers caught in the blades. However, she needs close supervision because she can’t lock them closed either, and so carries them around brandishing the blades at things.)
Today Farmkid got to choose both of her parents’ outfits. Her father doesn’t own anything notably interesting, but her mother is wearing neon-striped unicorn knee socks, a black and white floral miniskirt, a purple t-shirt and a teal green cardigan that matches her teal-green underpants that mostly don’t show but well, the miniskirt is pretty short and today is house cleaning day.
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at breakfast, Farmkid had gotten out of her seat and was messing around in her play kitchen. she dropped a magnifying loupe on her foot, and started screaming and crying, and ran out of the room.
Sister retrieved the loupe, sighed, and said, “at least it fell on her foot so it didn’t break,” and then looked at the others of us at the table. “That’s probably the most sociopathic thing I’ve said in a while,” she said.
“You’re a monster,” her husband informed her, and they both laughed, and then she went to comfort the child, who is in a phase of fake-crying loudly until sufficient sympathy has been offered.
(Mostly Farmkid has been lovely this whole visit, big enough to be helpful and patient and so on, but sometimes she’s, well, still a baby.) (We’ve learned, by the way, that she can safely use adult pruners, because she needs both hands to close them so there’s no way for her to get her fingers caught in the blades. However, she needs close supervision because she can’t lock them closed either, and so carries them around brandishing the blades at things.)
Today Farmkid got to choose both of her parents’ outfits. Her father doesn’t own anything notably interesting, but her mother is wearing neon-striped unicorn knee socks, a black and white floral miniskirt, a purple t-shirt and a teal green cardigan that matches her teal-green underpants that mostly don’t show but well, the miniskirt is pretty short and today is house cleaning day.
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