September 12th, 2006
Mckinley holler, McKinley fall, Doctor said “McKinley, I can’t find the ball – you bound to die, you bound to die.”
Yesterday was a massive trainwreck. We each had our own reason to feel like crap – I woke up with a blinding migraine, Kevin was sore and exhausted from a weekend spent remodeling the kitchen, Graham is working on four teeth all at once, and Nicolaus? Sometimes he just wakes up feeling sorry for himself and stays that way all day long.
We stumbled along through the day, all of us complaining loudly.
“God my head hurts.”
“Man, I’m sore!”
“WahhhhdadaaaderDERRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUMAmamamamaaaaaa!!”
“OhhHH!! He just doesn’t want to share and he thinks all of my things are HIS and he thinks all of his things are not for sharing and! He just wants me? To fall down. Like THIS. And hit my head on the table and fall on the floor… and he just wants me to like go away forEVER. He is kind of like a – an aggressivist.”
“You got all of that from him going to pick up the ball that you weren’t even playing with?”
“Well! I was going to go get it and play with it and he just went and grabbed it and that caused me to fall.”
“God, my head hurts.”
You know, I could go back through that dialog and tell you who said what, but does it matter?
September 12th, 2006 at 8:59 am
It’s all perfectly clear. And I sure hope your headache is gone today.
September 12th, 2006 at 10:19 am
I’m pretty sure we can figure it out. ;)
Man, I hope my kid talks like that when she’s trying to figure out this whole “sharing” concept.