Cinder: And that’s just how you were born, Ender, hatched out of an egg just like that penguin.
Cinder: I’ll show you the egg shell after we finish the show.
Ender: Did you sit on me to hatch me, or just Mom?
Cinder: Mostly Mom. But we all helped.
This is the point at which I should interrupt. Right?
(Photo credit: John Loo)
Blogosphere Love Interlude
Ute at Expat Since Birth is passing the Liebster Award onto Nothing By The Book, and I gratefully accept with my usual disclaimer that I am terrible, terrible at fulfilling the requirements of passing these things on. But let me introduce you to Ute if you do not read her already, and encourage you to wander over to her blog. She lives in the Netherlands, speaks too many languages, has three marvellous children, and writes beautifully about, well, life, really. You’ll like her.
Back to regularly scheduled programming…
Ender: Waaaaaaah! Waaaah! Waaaah! I! Never! Want! To! Grow! Up!
Jane: What the heck happened?
Flora: I told Ender that if he’s a good little boy, his penis will grow into a vulva.
Cinder: That’s just evil. Really, really evil.
If you’re laughing and want to laugh more, you should go read Poisonous Volvo.
If you’re appalled and wondering if my children ever talk about anything other than their body parts… um. Sure. Yes, they do. Sometimes they talk about the apocalypse and potty training. Also, World War II. But, yeah, mostly they talk about their body parts. Even when it sounds like they’re talking about geography.