*random memory*

This isn't even a real memory, it's just a story my mom tells about me. It must have happened when I was three or four. I was at the playground with my dad. He was sitting on a bench, and I was playing in the sandbox, and while we're both doing our respective things some little bullyboy is walking around with some sort of sport equipment (a baseball bat, a tennis racket, a hockey stick, I don't know) threatening all the other little kids so he can have the whole playground to himself. And none of the parents or nannies are stepping in, I don't know why.

And then he got to me. My dad was listening to the whole conversation, ready to intervene if Things Went Wrong, but apparently he didn't have to. It went something like this:

Other Kid (OK): Hey, get away from the sandbox or I'll hit you with this thing!
Me: Thing?
OK: Yeah, this thing?
Me: Thing? THING? You'll hit me with your thing? It has a name you know. And you call it a thing? You're carrying it around, and you don't even know what it's called? That's stupid. You're stupid. Thing.
OK: *scurries off*

*giggles*

*gigglesnorts*

I knew this community was worth reading. And, for the record, I'd have to say that sticking up your middle finger is less obscene than actually saying they have inappropriate relationships with their mother.

*blinkblinkblink*

Remember I was thrilled I had one support point?

Now I have nine. I have no idea how this happened, but....

*cheers loudly*

One more and I'm inviting everyone out for pizza. Or something. If everybody pays for themselves.

See? Number 572, that's me!

Somewhat important question....

http://www.livejournal.com/users/wingedfigment/249337.html

This is my friend Figgy (say hi, figgy). Apart from being a perfectly wonderful person, she's also neurologically interesting, which is a far better term than diverse. *shudders* Anyway, I thought some of my other friends (say hi, other friends) might be able to help out here, either to say "yes, this has a name" or "yes, I do that too, this is how I deal with it" or "yes, I do that too, this is how it's useful to me". This entry didn't get written nearly as well as I'd wanted. Sorry about that. And now I go to bed.