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ineptshieldmaid:
bomberqueen17:
azsvmw qbh
says Farmbaby, who asked to type something “to your boyfriend”. I was sitting next to her as she watched some cartoon on the iPad, and she was gradually wriggling backward into my lap as she did so. This was the easiest text window for me to open for her. (She was just going to type regardless, but I managed to postpone her.)
(She mostly picked those letters at random, but she picked A and Z first because those are her parents’ initials, and then she found M for Mama! and with some persuasion, W for her own initial, so. Learning is progressing! She will be 3 in January.)
Anyway, hi from the farm, everybody. (Off to copy-paste this into a text to my dude, who will surely be bemused by it. Little kids really like it when you’re in a matched set, you know? The small children in my life all almost exclusively see me on my own, but always want to know where my dude is. It’s cute, but if I ever for any reason were permanently no longer associated with him, would probably kill me.)
Little kids really like it when you’re in a matched set, you know?
SO DISCONCERTING. They want to know how families form and that you’re safe even though you don’t live with your mummy, I think? At least, that’s what my little sister was worried about.
Two year old: Inept, why don’t you have a baby?
Me: … I don’t want one?
Two year old: you can grow one in your tummy, you know.
Me: … thanks.
Some time later:
Two: Inept, why don’t you have a husband?
Me: I, um, I just don’t?
Two: Did no one ask you?
Me: *explodes in inability to decide what’s more important, impressing on the child that women don’t need husbands, or telling her I don’t have a wife either*
Eventually, after several batches of cookies, I figured out she was worried: if I don’t have a husband, and I don’t have a mummy (me: your mummy is my mummy. Two: NO. MINE.), and I’m not someone else’s mummy, WHO WILL LOOK AFTER ME?
It was easy, once I’d figured that out, to show her I lived with @k-loulee and my friends look after me.
Yes, that’s a good point. To be fair, she also is always very concerned about where my cat is at this moment and what she is doing.
ineptshieldmaid:
bomberqueen17:
azsvmw qbh
says Farmbaby, who asked to type something “to your boyfriend”. I was sitting next to her as she watched some cartoon on the iPad, and she was gradually wriggling backward into my lap as she did so. This was the easiest text window for me to open for her. (She was just going to type regardless, but I managed to postpone her.)
(She mostly picked those letters at random, but she picked A and Z first because those are her parents’ initials, and then she found M for Mama! and with some persuasion, W for her own initial, so. Learning is progressing! She will be 3 in January.)
Anyway, hi from the farm, everybody. (Off to copy-paste this into a text to my dude, who will surely be bemused by it. Little kids really like it when you’re in a matched set, you know? The small children in my life all almost exclusively see me on my own, but always want to know where my dude is. It’s cute, but if I ever for any reason were permanently no longer associated with him, would probably kill me.)
Little kids really like it when you’re in a matched set, you know?
SO DISCONCERTING. They want to know how families form and that you’re safe even though you don’t live with your mummy, I think? At least, that’s what my little sister was worried about.
Two year old: Inept, why don’t you have a baby?
Me: … I don’t want one?
Two year old: you can grow one in your tummy, you know.
Me: … thanks.
Some time later:
Two: Inept, why don’t you have a husband?
Me: I, um, I just don’t?
Two: Did no one ask you?
Me: *explodes in inability to decide what’s more important, impressing on the child that women don’t need husbands, or telling her I don’t have a wife either*
Eventually, after several batches of cookies, I figured out she was worried: if I don’t have a husband, and I don’t have a mummy (me: your mummy is my mummy. Two: NO. MINE.), and I’m not someone else’s mummy, WHO WILL LOOK AFTER ME?
It was easy, once I’d figured that out, to show her I lived with @k-loulee and my friends look after me.
Yes, that’s a good point. To be fair, she also is always very concerned about where my cat is at this moment and what she is doing.
