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Mad Easter

Captain Zoom

19:24 / 28.03.02

So apparently I'm doing something right.
Had a bit of an argument with my 3 year old this morning over his refusal to eat his breakfast.
Today at daycare he was dying easter eggs, and he dyed his black because he was angry at me.

I love my child soooo much.

That's all.

Zoom.

Utopia

19:29 / 28.03.02

watch out, he's going into his goth stage! just be patient, and don't be surprised if he comes home with any tatoos, piercings or strange men/women. it's all to spite you, just so you know.

Captain Zoom

19:31 / 28.03.02

As long as he shares the strange men/women, or at least brings me a new barbell for my nipple ring, it's all good.

Zoom.

Persephone

19:33 / 28.03.02

Hug that child for me. I want a black Easter egg!

Margin Walker

20:26 / 28.03.02

Zoom, you've gotta stop showing the kid re-runs of "Tour of Duty"....

Utopia

22:42 / 28.03.02

ha ha! every smarmy little fuck should have a father like you!

Utopia

22:43 / 28.03.02

not that your son is a fuck, per se. you know what i'm saying.

now if one could edit their posts without mod approval, i wouldn't have to double dip...

Fist Fun

11:38 / 29.03.02

I would be so bad at looking after children. Don't want your breakfast? Erm, ok, don't eat it then, just quit bitching.

Utopia

12:11 / 29.03.02

"aw, c'mon honey, it's just beer. and besides, it's good that he learns his limit early!"

gridley

12:32 / 29.03.02

wait, he died his easter egg black? does this mean Mordant Carnival is secretly his mother? is there some secret you two would like to share with the rest of the class?

Captain Zoom

14:25 / 29.03.02

gridley, I have many secrets, but far too much class to share them.

Zoom.

Reason

14:30 / 29.03.02

Hmmmm, sounds reminiscent of my kid.
Take last night for instance. I was in a grouchy mood and whilst preparing his dinner I'd asked him repeatedly to clean up the mess strewn on the floor. Finally I lost my patience and yelled, "I've asked you six times already! Now clean up this mess!"
To which my astute son repies, "But mom, that's seven times!"

I'm sure I'll find it funny someday.

Reason

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