Cimorene

L: Perrin's pretending he's Willy Wonka.
L: He was telling us about his microscopic chocolate so the bacteria can eat it too. And Daddy was like, "Bacteria can eat regular-size chocolate too," and he said something about bacteria living on chocolate planets.
L: So Perrin started talking about his Cosmic Room at the chocolate factory that has a planet made out of chocolate.
L: And he was like "But the core of the chocolate planet is sooo hot, that you have to cool it down to make hot chocolate."
L: hisdnflkcalsejfd;kj
cim: HAHAHAHAHA WIN!

L. is my sister cuddlepint. Perrin's the roo to my Tigger. He's six now. He was three when I last lived with him, but he's still JUST AS FANTASTIC.

best avatar creator i've seen yet.  spotted for the first time this morning in knightgasm, link found in /friendsfriends.  haven't had time to make mine yet.  someone tell me how to capture a video from flash animation?  if you want the icon to blink and stuff?

perrin has this to add:

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[PERRY, my beagle, comes inside.  ME crouches on the floor by the back door, scritching his floppy silky ears and babytalking to him.]

me [to perry]:  he's so sweet.  he's so silly.
perrin:  yeah but don't pet him right there, there's a dragon right there and you might get burned.
me:  there's a dragon right HERE? 
perrin: there's a dragon right there [pointing at me] by the door and you might get burned.
me: okay.

jenny's decided to start potty-training perrin.  this means she left off his diapers to make way for underpants, then didn't put the underpants on him when he said he didn't want to wear them.  he's already peed on the livingroom carpet.

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also, when i get home, i need to find a good image of classic!tigger and roo.

perrin's nickname is 'roo' because when he was an infant, jenny carried him in a very nice woven slingy pouchy thing on her belly.

'i guess that makes me tigger,' i said.

'what?' she said. 'tigger? why?'

i looked at her strangely. 'tigger lives with kanga and roo because roo really likes him--he became great friends with roo right away and kanga invited him to live with them, and he plays with roo and helps take care of him... sort of like an au pair... .'

'oh!' said jenny. 'i didn't remember that. i guess you ARE like tigger.'

(for those what don't know--she invited me to visit the first time after daddy's accident because she came to visit with just perrin. he was only like two at the time and had NEVER been left in a stranger--that is, out of her or taum's prescence. and he was extremely clingy. he screamed up a storm with my mom and with my aunt valerie when jenny went to see dad--no babies were allowed in the icu. but for some reason he liked me. he played happily with me for several hours several days in a row. she was quite impressed.)

+i haven't gotten any writing done this weekend. we haven't turned on the AC and the heat has been making me lethargic. (cim: [eats, walks into living room, stands there trying to decide what to do] perrin: come fix a faaahklift that's bwoken. cim: not right now, roo. i'm too tired. [lies down on the floor])

+i can't get into my email.

+we picked paint but we didn't buy it.

+we went out to the local organic farm. there was no staff there. we played with the animals a bit anyway--scared the chickens, herded a kid back into the pen. the sheep were afraid of us but the goats were quite friendly. the llamas and the cows and the donkey kept their distance.

i picked perrin up and swung him around on friday.
perrin: NO NO! DON'T PICK YOU UP REALLY HIGH LIKE A CHICKEN!
me: oh, don't? okay.

then on sunday i picked him up and swung his feet up...:
perrin: that was higher than a chicken!
me: yes, it was.

plus i forgot to tell you about how a few days ago perrin and jenny were playing with a deck of cards. he made her lie down on her back on the floor and arranged her arms and wouldn't let her move and then
perrin: i'm going to lie down next to this joker and have milk!
jenny: that's not very flattering.
cim: [rolls on floor, choking with laughter]
perrin: talk about why that's funny.

i bought mom a rose made out of metal. it's so beautiful. it's like... !!!

perrin: this is a lash and this is a lash-banger. you bang the lash with the lash-banger.
taumas: let me see--wait a second. let me see if i'm getting this--if i understand you right. you bang the lash with the lash-banger, is that it?
perrin: you bang the lash with the lash-banger so you make the lash louder.

...

perrin: THAT'S how loud it is.
taumas: that's really loud. i don't know--it's been a long time since i used a lash-banger so i'm not sure if i'm remembering exactly, but i don't remember mine, when i used it, EVER being that loud. are you sure your lash-banger is operating properly?
perrin: it's operating properly.
taumas: okaaaaaaay...

perrin: tunas climb the windowshade. they use cookbooks to help them climb the windowshade!
me: you know what? tunas are really big.
jenny: they're huge.
me: they're like THIS big (holding out arms).
jenny: at LEAST.
me: so it might be hard for them to climb the windowshade... they might be too big and heavy.
perrin: MY tunas aren't that big.
jenny and me: OH.
perrin: my tunas are only THIS big! [holds finger and thumb in tiny diamond]
me: oh! well in that case they wouldn't be too big. in fact, in that case it might be hard to climb the windowshade because they couldn't jump from one slat to the other!
jenny: i might be more worried that they would expire before they could get there from lack of oxygen!
me: no, they can have a little water tank with a mask fitted over their nose and mouth.
jenny: oh, if you're going to go into THAT realm.
me: what, you mean the realm beyond the one of tiny miniature tunas who climb the windowshade with the aid of cookbooks?

it's only six hours' drive from here to randwise_gamgee's corner of oklahoma...

Perrin: talk about what I did!
Me: you made a pretty big mess.
Perrin: talk about why it’s a pretty BIG mess.
Me: because it covers a pretty big amount of the room.
Perrin: I made that mess by striking two lighters together.
Me: you did?
Perrin: I made the mess by striking two flames together.
Me: oh, you did?
Perrin: that’s what I did (pointing to scribble on magnadoodle). That’s a candle in a fireplace with a flaaaaame and a wick.
Me: oh, it is. I see the candle and the wick.
Perrin: that’s the fireplace.
Me: I see the fireplace.
Perrin: the flames won’t show up in the fireplace.
Me: oh, the flames won’t show up? In the fireplace?
Perrin: the flames won’t show up in the fireplace because the flames reacts with the—sunlight reacts with the train that runs around inside the fireplace.