Friday, March 10, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
The look of the oppressed.
Today the 2 1/2 year old was attempting to set up camp in the middle of the kitchen floor. She had a large blanket spread out and was about to bring all her gear (despite the fact that the entire living room is dedicated to her toy's) when I stopped her.
"Please don't spread the blanket on the kitchen floor." In my most reasonable tone of voice.
"Why?" (Hey who the F*** are you man.)
Then she gives me this look of the eternally oppressed. (My people have been suffering for years. I must have the blanket and all my stuff here.)
I reapeted my request again, she replied: " No, I want it here."
I tried logic next. "you have the whole living room to play in, take it in there." Then without a word the ten-year-old walks in and says to the toddler "Hey you can use this as a cape." Problem solved, the blanket comes off the floor, toddler runs out of the room as a super hero.
"Please don't spread the blanket on the kitchen floor." In my most reasonable tone of voice.
"Why?" (Hey who the F*** are you man.)
Then she gives me this look of the eternally oppressed. (My people have been suffering for years. I must have the blanket and all my stuff here.)
I reapeted my request again, she replied: " No, I want it here."
I tried logic next. "you have the whole living room to play in, take it in there." Then without a word the ten-year-old walks in and says to the toddler "Hey you can use this as a cape." Problem solved, the blanket comes off the floor, toddler runs out of the room as a super hero.
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