some old stuff that i never got around to posting:
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ozzy: oh no! Emammy not working, mama! okay, batteries! (he says, as he inspects his train Emily. nevermind that the actual emily train doesnt take batteries, only the coal tender that attaches to the back of the train does) i fix it! he yells. (trots over to the cabinet w/the tool box. rummages around and finds a gigantic screwdriver and starts poking at the tiny toy train with it).
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while eating his snack, he suddenly starts crying. he's frozen in his seat, wailing. i thought he bit his tongue off the way he was carrying on. what's happened? i ask, starting to feel the rising panic that something horribly wrong has occurred. "daddy, fix it! mommy fix it!" he wails. not understanding, i start checking his food not finding anything, start checking his body for injuries. finally he says, "bug, mama. bug!" and then i see this gigantic fly buzzing around the table. he's still wailing his head off, i hurry off to find my awesome electric bug zapper that quickly and cleanly ends that bug problem.
i had no idea the zapper had met it's match.
i catch the fly as it's flying mid air, there's some sparks and the fly drops to the ground, dead. or so i thought. i go over to dispose of it and before i can get to it, it flies off. zap. drop. play dead for a second and then starts to fly again. this continued several more times. the house is starting to smell like burning fly and the thing no longer has legs, but it keeps on flying, MUCH to my consternation and disgust.
and somewhere along the way, ozzy's wails have turned to laughter, paroxysms of giggles, as he's watching his mama prancing around the kitchen, waving the bright yellow zapper like i'm brandishing a wand and waving fairy magic all around. meanwhile, i am feeling ever sicker to my stomach over this unanticipated persecution when i finally got the thing subdued enough to toss it out the door.
ozzy thought that was just the bees knees and talked about that bug for the rest of the day.
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ozzy: oh no! Emammy not working, mama! okay, batteries! (he says, as he inspects his train Emily. nevermind that the actual emily train doesnt take batteries, only the coal tender that attaches to the back of the train does) i fix it! he yells. (trots over to the cabinet w/the tool box. rummages around and finds a gigantic screwdriver and starts poking at the tiny toy train with it).
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while eating his snack, he suddenly starts crying. he's frozen in his seat, wailing. i thought he bit his tongue off the way he was carrying on. what's happened? i ask, starting to feel the rising panic that something horribly wrong has occurred. "daddy, fix it! mommy fix it!" he wails. not understanding, i start checking his food not finding anything, start checking his body for injuries. finally he says, "bug, mama. bug!" and then i see this gigantic fly buzzing around the table. he's still wailing his head off, i hurry off to find my awesome electric bug zapper that quickly and cleanly ends that bug problem.
i had no idea the zapper had met it's match.
i catch the fly as it's flying mid air, there's some sparks and the fly drops to the ground, dead. or so i thought. i go over to dispose of it and before i can get to it, it flies off. zap. drop. play dead for a second and then starts to fly again. this continued several more times. the house is starting to smell like burning fly and the thing no longer has legs, but it keeps on flying, MUCH to my consternation and disgust.
and somewhere along the way, ozzy's wails have turned to laughter, paroxysms of giggles, as he's watching his mama prancing around the kitchen, waving the bright yellow zapper like i'm brandishing a wand and waving fairy magic all around. meanwhile, i am feeling ever sicker to my stomach over this unanticipated persecution when i finally got the thing subdued enough to toss it out the door.
ozzy thought that was just the bees knees and talked about that bug for the rest of the day.
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