So tonight, the girls are sitting at the little table in the kitchen, that I've yet to move back to the playroom after the party last weekend (and maybe I won't as they seem to enjoy it so much... but uh, I'm sidetracking myself)... and having a snack before bed.
They're chatting and kind of playing around and I'm not really paying too much attention. That is, until I hear:
Mouse: Baboo, let's play a game.
Baboo: OK! I like games!
Mouse: It's called Spider Smacker. You be the spider and I'll be the smacker! Put your hand out on the table and pretend to be a spider. And then I'll SMACK you!
Baboo: Uh.... I dwink my miwk. (slurp, slurp her milk)
Fortunately, there's no follow up smacking sounds or crying for that matter. I'm hoping it was Baboo's self-preservation instinct that kicked in and stopped her from getting whacked and not just an misunderstanding of the game.
After I stopped silently laughing behind the counter with tears running down my face, I reminded Mouse that hitting of ANY kind is not allowed. Not even disguised as a game. Oy.
I guess this is a reflection of what we do to spiders in the house around here. Sorry, Becprints. I know one day karma will turn me into the bug headed for the windshield.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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I was just having a conversation today about how I couldn't bring myself to kill slugs. I know I gave you a thousand methods on how to do so (I would have employed them too if I were in your shoes)
I didn't know you knew that I am such a ridiculous bug saver!
and Spider Smacker is TOTALLY a game I would have played with my younger sisters...
I think when you saved the wasp when in labour with S and letting H know she could smack a mosquito... that kind of gave you away. :)
Slugs though... outta here. Especially when they are oozing under my doors. Gross.
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