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So I'm babysitting at the moment and they're very self-entertaining, so I'm writing the fic. But it's getting attention of the 3-year-old.
Her: Whatcha doing?
Me: I'm writing a story.
Her: I want you to do the story of the piggies!
Me: Okay. Well it's kinda like the piggy story. There's a big bad wolf in it.
Her: Oh good. I love you, auntie! *HUGS*
Awww! Just, awwww!
Her: Whatcha doing?
Me: I'm writing a story.
Her: I want you to do the story of the piggies!
Me: Okay. Well it's kinda like the piggy story. There's a big bad wolf in it.
Her: Oh good. I love you, auntie! *HUGS*
Awww! Just, awwww!

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"OMG, the third pig was *totally* a smug bastard! He totally rubbed his brick house in the face of the other pigs!"
"Okay, but what if you take the wolf out of the equation and never had any sort of any crisis situation - would he still be as smug?"
"I think it's in his nature to be smug. Plus eventually something would have happened. Zombies, probably."
"Wolf zombies or pig zombies?"
"Pig zombies. More of an impact that way."
"So you're saying that if the third pig encountered pig zombies, he would still be smug because of the very brickness of his house?"
"Yes."
(Hmm. I think Elis and I have had actual conversations like this.)