We rented Garfield: the Movie for Tristan a while back. Beloved was in the video store, and thought it would be a nice innocuous choice, not as violent or annoying as say, Pokemon, but not as mind-numbingly boring as yet another Thomas the Tank Engine escapade.
Tristan loved it. He loved it so much that we have gone through several DVDs of the animated shorts on subsequent weeks, and have even profited from a dollar-store colouring book and a few library books featuring Garfield. Good old Garfield – nothing a mother of preschoolers could possibly find fault with, right?
It’s lunch time, and I’m cleaning up leftover cheese omelettes and peanut butter off Simon’s shirt. (“Bibs? We don’t need no stinkin’ bibs. Bibs are for baaaaaabbbbbiiiieeess.”)
As I wipe his mouth and hands, Simon wriggles to be put down. As I pull the tray away to liberate him from the highchair, obviously not quickly enough to satisfy him, he bellows, “Move, dumb dog!”
Oh Garfield, my old friend, how could you do this to me?
LOL! Sorry. Laughing _with_ you of course!
I’m really starting to get nervous about the whole idea of weeMiche talking!
LOL! Sorry. Laughing _with_ you of course!
I’m really starting to get nervous about the whole idea of weeMiche talking!
LOL – see, that’s funny, but what do you do when that happens? In real life, I mean. 😉
LOL – see, that’s funny, but what do you do when that happens? In real life, I mean. 😉
Is it comepletely inappropriate for me to say I literally laughed out loud at this one? I mean, not the typical lol comment, but really and truly laughed out loud. I think it was the look I imagined you giving Simon as you slowly raised your head to make eye contact, while he obliviously hopped down, and went on with his day.
Is it comepletely inappropriate for me to say I literally laughed out loud at this one? I mean, not the typical lol comment, but really and truly laughed out loud. I think it was the look I imagined you giving Simon as you slowly raised your head to make eye contact, while he obliviously hopped down, and went on with his day.
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OH really.
(Snicker Snicker)
I’m not laughing really (Chuckle Snortle)
I hope you gave him the *MOM LOOK* and sent him on his way. I guess Garfeild will not be welcome into your house again any time soon.
Snicker, choke….
OH really.
(Snicker Snicker)
I’m not laughing really (Chuckle Snortle)
I hope you gave him the *MOM LOOK* and sent him on his way. I guess Garfeild will not be welcome into your house again any time soon.
Snicker, choke….
Kristina, as Snack Mommy said, you give a very pointed look and say, “Did you mean, ‘Excuse me?'” and then give a major hairy eyeball to Beloved, who has fallen under the table from laughing so hard.
Kristina, as Snack Mommy said, you give a very pointed look and say, “Did you mean, ‘Excuse me?'” and then give a major hairy eyeball to Beloved, who has fallen under the table from laughing so hard.
This one cracked me up (a la snack mommy)
I am not sure I’d know how to react/respond to that…
This one cracked me up (a la snack mommy)
I am not sure I’d know how to react/respond to that…