please leave, and take your greasy skullcap with you Juniper has started taking great delight in playing a very violent, xtreme if you will, version of "got your nose" wherein I gently pretend to remove her nose and show it to her, and then she, giggling hysterically, grabs the end of my nose, hooks her thumb inside my nostril and twists, squeezing and digging her tiny little lethal fingernails into my flesh. Unfortunately, she has also taken her love for death sports into the arena of the "Indian yodel": she has figured out how to perform this feat without my help by pounding her clenched fist directly into her mouth while yelling loudly in a matter-of-fact voice. I guess when you don't have teeth that sort of thing doesn't hurt as much. I did write another long, horribly depressing paragraph, but I came to a realization that some things shouldn't be discussed outside of the newsroom, because the emotions they provoke can't really be worked through, and no catharsis can be provoked. I'm not going to watch the news anymore. |