Went to the library today.
Jan. 27th, 2009 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
Right after picking up Ana. On our way to pick up Ana, I almost bumped Evangeline with our bag. The one FULL OF BOOKS. So I said sorry, because I wouldn't've wanted to hit her in the head with hardcovers. Ouch.
Evangeline: Sorry?
Me: Yeah, I almost hit you with the bag, and I'm sorry.
Evangeline: Oh, that's okay. But you wouldn't WANT to hit me with the bag.
Me: No, I wouldn't.
Evangeline: Because then I'd get 'mashed!
Me: Right, and I don't want to smash you.
Evangeline: I might die and then I'd never see Ana again!
Me: Uh... yeah, that could happen. That's right, that's what happens when you die. But hey, let's not talk about this. BECAUSE IT'S MORBID.
Evangeline: Yeah, I don't want to die!
Ana wants me to know she's (once again) invited to her best friend's house for a sleepover. We've been down this road before. "Is it okay with her mother?" "Weeeeeeell... she has to ask her. BUT I KNOW SHE'LL SAY YES!!!!!" (No, she won't. They're doing massive construction and the woman has two sick parents living with her. Forget that.) "PLEASE CAN I GO????" "Uh... IF her mother says yes then... uh... you-have-to-ask-your-parents!"
She and her sister spent quite some time the other day trying to convince me that I was their parent too. "But you're a grown-up, Connie!" Yes, I suppose I am, but that doesn't make me your parent, kidlets. "But you're our aunt! That makes you a parent!" I was torn between amused and annoyed that they were so persistent.
Evangeline: Sorry?
Me: Yeah, I almost hit you with the bag, and I'm sorry.
Evangeline: Oh, that's okay. But you wouldn't WANT to hit me with the bag.
Me: No, I wouldn't.
Evangeline: Because then I'd get 'mashed!
Me: Right, and I don't want to smash you.
Evangeline: I might die and then I'd never see Ana again!
Me: Uh... yeah, that could happen. That's right, that's what happens when you die. But hey, let's not talk about this. BECAUSE IT'S MORBID.
Evangeline: Yeah, I don't want to die!
Ana wants me to know she's (once again) invited to her best friend's house for a sleepover. We've been down this road before. "Is it okay with her mother?" "Weeeeeeell... she has to ask her. BUT I KNOW SHE'LL SAY YES!!!!!" (No, she won't. They're doing massive construction and the woman has two sick parents living with her. Forget that.) "PLEASE CAN I GO????" "Uh... IF her mother says yes then... uh... you-have-to-ask-your-parents!"
She and her sister spent quite some time the other day trying to convince me that I was their parent too. "But you're a grown-up, Connie!" Yes, I suppose I am, but that doesn't make me your parent, kidlets. "But you're our aunt! That makes you a parent!" I was torn between amused and annoyed that they were so persistent.
