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Desperate Working Mommas
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Monday, September 12, 2005
The boy doth protest too much, methinks.

This weekend my daughters took a much-needed break from their Phantom of the Opera Love Fest and indulged themselves in a little R & R with Barbie of Swan Lake.

TD was not happy with this arrangement. I mean, there was Xbox to be played, right?! RIGHT?! Stupid girls. Freaking hell. To demonstrate his displeasure, he would periodically walk into the living room and make deprecating remarks regarding the movie. Now, the girls were so involved in the world of beautiful princesses and unicorns and enchanted forests that they were not a bit bothered by this. I, however, being less enraptured, grew more and more impressed with my son's dogged perseverance and critical ingenuity. He was brilliant, y'all! A veritable geyser of wit and sharp punditry! A genius of epic proportions! An illustrious career in political commentary or the entertainment industry surely awaited him! I was lost in dreams of his greatness!...

Until he walked in, took a quick look at Odette and Lila the Unicorn deep in conversation onscreen, then said in his very best disparaging nine-year-old voice, "Well, that's just stupid. I mean, REAL unicorns can't talk!"

We laughed him out of the room, poor boy. Ah well, there's always McDonalds.

link | posted by Cat at 6:50 AM

Blogger WILLIAM commented:

I think you need to get him an Xbox game with a talking Unicorn. I am sure there is one out there.

» 9/12/2005 7:43 AM 
Blogger LadyBug commented:

So, what are you saying here, Cat. Are you saying that real unicorns DO talk? 'Cause, seriously, that's just preposterous!

» 9/12/2005 8:24 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:


» 9/12/2005 8:38 AM 
Blogger Random and Odd commented:



I enjoyed catching up...

Hey, I wonder where your boy gets both of those charming qualities from?

» 9/12/2005 9:03 AM 
Blogger Ern commented:

Yeah, I can't imagine where he gets it!

» 9/12/2005 4:11 PM 
Anonymous kalki commented:

"REAL unicorns can't talk!"


(ps - I did not cross the seas bearing pastries - however, I did eat your share while I was there. Does that count?)

» 9/13/2005 7:31 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

Woman, that SO does not count.

» 9/13/2005 7:42 AM 
Blogger Amy commented:

Aw, I think it is so cute when boys get all disgusted with girly stuff.

Long live the REAL unicorns!

» 9/14/2005 7:38 AM 

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