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at dinner:
lillian: [bites daddy's sleeve]
mom: [breathes smoke] NOT AT THE TABLE!
me: [collapses on mom's arm, laughing and gasping for breath]
dad: [barely able to speak] but the table is where you're supposed to bite things!
mom: not SHIRTS!
lillian: [giggle] [bite]
mom: [snatching up her wine goblet] that's it, i can't take it.
me: [dangles from her arm, laughing helplessly]
dad: [screams with laughter; his chair almost tips over]
mom: [makes room-leaving motions] [drinks wine]
dad: i don't know what's funnier, you not being able to take lillian biting my sleeve, or what cim will probably write about it in her livejournal.
then we did the *second* night of channukah early as well, because we're going to have aunts and uncles here for the first three or four, i think, and we want to not exchange presents in front of them (or rather, mom wanted to not exchange important ones). so lillian got a giant programmed keyboard. thingy. and i got two very secret diary shirts (ringwraith #5: how i detest this life of vile servitude)(arwen: aloof, unavailable elf princess). mommy got a cutting board and daddy got some vintage sf magazine cover magnets with flying saucers, but no.
the *important* thing as that both mom and lillian--this is genetic--left the room struck to incoherency with delight, muttering repetitively.
lillian: wow. wow, this is so cool. this is so cool. i'm so happy. this is cool.
mom: oh my. wow. it's so pretty! i don't think i've ever had a cutting board this pretty before! or, well, [x] is very pretty and [y] is nice too but this one is the best *present*, and that one wasn't as useful and besides, this one is so, well, that was pretty but it wasn't this elegant!
lillian: [bites daddy's sleeve]
mom: [breathes smoke] NOT AT THE TABLE!
me: [collapses on mom's arm, laughing and gasping for breath]
dad: [barely able to speak] but the table is where you're supposed to bite things!
mom: not SHIRTS!
lillian: [giggle] [bite]
mom: [snatching up her wine goblet] that's it, i can't take it.
me: [dangles from her arm, laughing helplessly]
dad: [screams with laughter; his chair almost tips over]
mom: [makes room-leaving motions] [drinks wine]
dad: i don't know what's funnier, you not being able to take lillian biting my sleeve, or what cim will probably write about it in her livejournal.
then we did the *second* night of channukah early as well, because we're going to have aunts and uncles here for the first three or four, i think, and we want to not exchange presents in front of them (or rather, mom wanted to not exchange important ones). so lillian got a giant programmed keyboard. thingy. and i got two very secret diary shirts (ringwraith #5: how i detest this life of vile servitude)(arwen: aloof, unavailable elf princess). mommy got a cutting board and daddy got some vintage sf magazine cover magnets with flying saucers, but no.
the *important* thing as that both mom and lillian--this is genetic--left the room struck to incoherency with delight, muttering repetitively.
lillian: wow. wow, this is so cool. this is so cool. i'm so happy. this is cool.
mom: oh my. wow. it's so pretty! i don't think i've ever had a cutting board this pretty before! or, well, [x] is very pretty and [y] is nice too but this one is the best *present*, and that one wasn't as useful and besides, this one is so, well, that was pretty but it wasn't this elegant!