Me: any chance you’re feeling jaunty enough to bring Dylan his DS and charger? Daphne doesn’t have mittens or a hat for Snow Day either.
And Logan deer-in-the-headlights Roberts doesn’t have a snack, although I put one out and asked him repeatedly whether he picked it up and put it in his bag. He said no but never looked in his bag. I searched the house thinking it’s in the flipping bag. It wasn’t.
When I asked why it was so hard to get a yes or no answer out of him, he said he was afraid I’d get mad. I said, “Look, I never get so mad that anybody dies.”
Him: Go ahead, kill em. we’ve got nieces and nephews.
Ah, snow day. gloves and hats are such an easy thing to provide when you live in an area WHERE THERE’S ACTUALLY SNOW! I don’t think I have anything that fits anymore even if I could get it to her on time.
By the way, I just found a quote from Daphne and was going to put it on Pear Soup. Daphne and I were talking about how much we love each other and she said: “I love you more than 1000 centuries, more than anybody or anything like a bunny or something bigger than the whole world including China.”
Me: She keeps picking on China, like they’re the big, lumbering galoot that’s weighing the place down.
(BTW, this exchange occurred minutes after I posted this on MomBlogNetwork.com. Excellent.)