Boring blog entry
posted by bitchphd
The ongoing discussion is so interesting, and I want to respond specifically to Mel's readerly/writerly stuff, but I am brain-dead today. Slept 'til after noon. Pseudonymous kid, the darling, got up and dressed himself (in a seasonal guayabera and a pair of multi-colored patchwork fleece pants that he outgrew two years ago, but they're his favorites, such a stunning outfit!), and then got me up to feed him and the cat. I have plunked him in front of a movie. The kid has watched a lot of movies this week, let me tell you.
Yesterday after turning in my grades (hoo-fucking-ray) we went out to McD's for a celebratory lunch, then to the mall to see Santa and see if I could find anything to buy. Our mall sucks ass: even though I was in the mood to spend money, I just could not see buying anything there. So I guess that's good. Pseudonymous kid is so cute about Santa: he gets so very excited about seeing him, and then when we get to the head of the line he won't sit in his lap or even climb into the sleigh (the mall had Santa sitting in a sleigh, for photo purposes); he just stands outside and shakes Santa's hand but won't tell Santa what he wants or say anything but (whisper): "It's nice to meet you," followed by burying his head in my crotch. Too funny. So I told Santa we'd send him a letter, which we'll write some time today, I guess.
The problem is, pseudonymous kid is too smart, and yet he believes in Santa, so he won't tell me what he wants Santa to bring him, because "then it won't be a surprise." !!!! What is a parent to do? Mr. B. has successfully planted the idea that pseudonymous kid needs a new sled, so we're good there. The other thing he says is, and this is so great, what he wants from me and his papa is "chocolate and batteries." No shit. That's what he wants. Oh, and maybe "some new flashlights." You can tell that, despite how many videos he watches, we have no tv reception and so he doesn't see commercials much. Ah, the waning days of his innocence about the wheels of commerce.
Yesterday after turning in my grades (hoo-fucking-ray) we went out to McD's for a celebratory lunch, then to the mall to see Santa and see if I could find anything to buy. Our mall sucks ass: even though I was in the mood to spend money, I just could not see buying anything there. So I guess that's good. Pseudonymous kid is so cute about Santa: he gets so very excited about seeing him, and then when we get to the head of the line he won't sit in his lap or even climb into the sleigh (the mall had Santa sitting in a sleigh, for photo purposes); he just stands outside and shakes Santa's hand but won't tell Santa what he wants or say anything but (whisper): "It's nice to meet you," followed by burying his head in my crotch. Too funny. So I told Santa we'd send him a letter, which we'll write some time today, I guess.
The problem is, pseudonymous kid is too smart, and yet he believes in Santa, so he won't tell me what he wants Santa to bring him, because "then it won't be a surprise." !!!! What is a parent to do? Mr. B. has successfully planted the idea that pseudonymous kid needs a new sled, so we're good there. The other thing he says is, and this is so great, what he wants from me and his papa is "chocolate and batteries." No shit. That's what he wants. Oh, and maybe "some new flashlights." You can tell that, despite how many videos he watches, we have no tv reception and so he doesn't see commercials much. Ah, the waning days of his innocence about the wheels of commerce.
Posted at 11:36 AM
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