I haven't been very active here lately. I have a good excuse, though - I've been dying of the plague.
I was diagnosed by my STISTAR (it's like a sister, but... shall we say... "special"), who doesn't have a medical degree, but has other degrees, so is, I figure, smart enough that she probably knows these things.
My symptoms right now include a cough that I say I've had for two weeks but everyone else says I've had for over a month, a "Snan fever" - that's when you totally really do have a fever even though the thermometer only says 99 in Fahrenheit and everyone says you're just being a wimp - and other stuff. Basically, I'm totally pitiable right now, but in a gross enough way that I don't get any hugs out of it.
But don't worry, this post won't be just me making excuses. I'm also going to tell you about Dani's recent important discovery.
You see, everyone has a point in life where they start to question what they've been told by their elders, and begin forging a new identity for themselves. It's a part of the cycle of life, without which those of us who are no longer "young" adults would have no way to feel superior to the next generation.
Dani recently looked deep into her heart, and realized that the role society has been trying to push her into doesn't fit her true, inner essence. Specifically, she realized that she is not actually a human toddler, but rather, a hungry lion.
She asked that we respect her new identity by getting her lion food, and a lion bowl to eat it out of, and making a lion cave for her to sleep in (fortunately, a crib with a blanket over it seemed to suffice).
It was all well and cute until she started attacking villagers.
In the end there was a conflict as her devotion to living her new lifestyle to the fullest (eg. not going to bed, because "lions don't have daycare in the morning") collided with the societal mores set by older generations (eg. get in bed right now or Mommy just might have a breakdown).
Things have settled down since, mostly because she's been sick too. You can tell it's bad when you have a three-year-old who gets on the couch for non-jumping purposes at 3 in the afternoon.
And yet, today, as we were out walking with her in the stroller, she greeted the cats not with her usual "MEOW!!!! MEOW, CATS!!!!" but with a "RAAAAAAAAAWWWR!"
"Do cats say 'Roar'?" I asked her.
"No," she said. "Lions say rawr."
So we'll see what happens when her temperature drops. I predict adorable mayhem (adorable until she sinks her teeth in, at least).
I was diagnosed by my STISTAR (it's like a sister, but... shall we say... "special"), who doesn't have a medical degree, but has other degrees, so is, I figure, smart enough that she probably knows these things.
My symptoms right now include a cough that I say I've had for two weeks but everyone else says I've had for over a month, a "Snan fever" - that's when you totally really do have a fever even though the thermometer only says 99 in Fahrenheit and everyone says you're just being a wimp - and other stuff. Basically, I'm totally pitiable right now, but in a gross enough way that I don't get any hugs out of it.
But don't worry, this post won't be just me making excuses. I'm also going to tell you about Dani's recent important discovery.
You see, everyone has a point in life where they start to question what they've been told by their elders, and begin forging a new identity for themselves. It's a part of the cycle of life, without which those of us who are no longer "young" adults would have no way to feel superior to the next generation.
Dani recently looked deep into her heart, and realized that the role society has been trying to push her into doesn't fit her true, inner essence. Specifically, she realized that she is not actually a human toddler, but rather, a hungry lion.
She asked that we respect her new identity by getting her lion food, and a lion bowl to eat it out of, and making a lion cave for her to sleep in (fortunately, a crib with a blanket over it seemed to suffice).
It was all well and cute until she started attacking villagers.
In the end there was a conflict as her devotion to living her new lifestyle to the fullest (eg. not going to bed, because "lions don't have daycare in the morning") collided with the societal mores set by older generations (eg. get in bed right now or Mommy just might have a breakdown).
Things have settled down since, mostly because she's been sick too. You can tell it's bad when you have a three-year-old who gets on the couch for non-jumping purposes at 3 in the afternoon.
And yet, today, as we were out walking with her in the stroller, she greeted the cats not with her usual "MEOW!!!! MEOW, CATS!!!!" but with a "RAAAAAAAAAWWWR!"
"Do cats say 'Roar'?" I asked her.
"No," she said. "Lions say rawr."
So we'll see what happens when her temperature drops. I predict adorable mayhem (adorable until she sinks her teeth in, at least).
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