Discussions with Amy, Take Two.

[seanan_mcguire]

(Remember the last time we did this...?)

Me: Rar!
Amy: Eeee! O halp, I is attacked by seananbeest!
Me: Dese dark woodz. U followz me into dem.
Amy: I dunno, dere'z dis bukkit I has fer gramma.
Me: Bukkit u sayz? Wut bukkit?
Amy: Sick grammal'rus needs her bukkit.
Me: OK. U takes her bukkit. I not sneakz ahead an eat her, k?
Amy: O gud! *traipses gaily*
Me: OM NOM GRAMMA NOM.
Amy: knokknok Gramma? U feelz ok? U wantz bukkit?
Me: U comez here now needz to see you bettah.
Amy: OK Gramma...
Amy: woah, dem's big eyez...
Me: Iz so's I can seez u bettah.
Amy: U must can see me waaaay gud.
Amy: Woah, dem's big eerz, Gramma.
Me: Iz so's I can hearz u bettah.
Amy: Ooh. Dem's...Dem's awful big teefs, Gramma.
Me: Iz so's I can nom you bettah.
Amy: Nom? O Noes! U not Gramma!
Me: Nope! Iz da Big Bad Woof! OM NOM NOM DUM KID IN CLOAK NOM NOM.
Amy: HALP HA---*squeeek*
Me: I can haz little girl. Iz like cheezburger. Only more dum.
Amy: *dies laughing*
Me: We are...very odd.

There are days when I worry about our sanity, since I'm reasonably sure that normal people don't break into spontaneous LOLcat retellings of Little Red Riding Hood. And then I realize that if we didn't do that sort of thing, I would have no idea who we were.

One hundred and seventy-nine days to Rosemary and Rue. Do you know where your granddaughter's basket of goodies is?

Comments

[dornbeast.livejournal.com]

I'm reasonably sure that normal people don't break into spontaneous LOLcat retellings of Little Red Riding Hood.

In my experience, normal people don't write songs that can kick my ass from here to next Thursday and back, possibly while wearing a poodle skirt. (My mental image of Rose Marshall includes one snapshot with her wearing a poodle skirt.)

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Fair enough!