Friday, February 17, 2006

Je suis culpable

I am strapped for ideas. E is going through a somewhat vocal phase, uttering word-like things I don't understand, becoming frustrated when I don't understand, as I begin to panic... like a horse with a novice rider she senses my confusion and applies a high-decibel keening of a frequency similar to that of, of a little girl, and then I am hooped.


Mo-wo looks at me: You panicked, didn't you?

So now they both know, but I am unwilling to admit to the fear: Your mother called here 4 times today. What's that about?

You are an idiot.

Your mom clearly has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

You are an idiot.

I mean, she knows we work- why call here 4 times? I mean, really?

You are an idiot.

I am an idiot.


Good times, people, the best.

PMO

2 Comments:

Blogger mo-wo said...

yeah, ok. I don't even get that -- And I've seen p-man in 3-D

2:12 PM  
Blogger L. said...

I don`t quite get that.

But I am an idiot.

8:42 PM  

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