Firstborn was playing Paper Mario.
A new character was added to the game play; Madame Fleurry. The character is a personified cloud, a 40 something diva with exagerated curves and full red lips as any middle aged diva cloud would look.
Lastborn exclaimed "gross" when he saw her. I wanted to find out what bothered him about the new character. I thought he feared the big lipped character would want to kiss all the other characters. This would be gross to a 6 yo.
"She has big boobies," he replied instead.
I was surprised with the answer and wondered what about well endowed women was so bothersome to him. So displacing my disgust at his word choice, I asked, "What's so bad about big boobies. I have big boobies. Am I gross?
"No," he replied. "You don't have big boobies like that. Her big boobies look like but cheeks stuck to her chest."
Well there you have it. But cheeks on the chest are gross. Makes perfect sense to me.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Paragraphia II
Another installment in the paragraph assignment saga.
Do you know what my job is? I have to protect the last of the worlds roaming mythological beasts, (but not three headed dogs). I have to create shelters for them. I have to cure the few that are wounded. I have to earn their kinship. I have to return order between beast and man. Finally, I have to stop this tear-down-the-rainforest business. Have you guessed what my job is yet? If you haven't, it is with the Secret and Ancient Society of Dragonologists (S.A.S.D.).
Do you know what my job is? I have to protect the last of the worlds roaming mythological beasts, (but not three headed dogs). I have to create shelters for them. I have to cure the few that are wounded. I have to earn their kinship. I have to return order between beast and man. Finally, I have to stop this tear-down-the-rainforest business. Have you guessed what my job is yet? If you haven't, it is with the Secret and Ancient Society of Dragonologists (S.A.S.D.).
Paragraphia
An installment in a series of paragraphs Firstborn must write weekly. These paragraphs use 15 of his 25 weekly spelling words.
One night my mother volunteered to work at a kennel. The scent of dogs bored her, but she was a responsible instructor. She found a pair of hungry raccoons through a thick board and sent them flying because they were trying to eat the dogs. Then, the next day she found a young student truly trying to loosen a wool coat. She helped him, and he smoothened the wool and gave it to her. She did many things to help around the campus like that and soon she had so many items she did not need to get paid. Then she sold them all and became a billionaire, except she did not sell the wool. The goods led her to a route of good fortune and responsibility.
One night my mother volunteered to work at a kennel. The scent of dogs bored her, but she was a responsible instructor. She found a pair of hungry raccoons through a thick board and sent them flying because they were trying to eat the dogs. Then, the next day she found a young student truly trying to loosen a wool coat. She helped him, and he smoothened the wool and gave it to her. She did many things to help around the campus like that and soon she had so many items she did not need to get paid. Then she sold them all and became a billionaire, except she did not sell the wool. The goods led her to a route of good fortune and responsibility.
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