Theo: ‘The snake is dead, Mama. He was our friend.’
If you have ever wondered what happens when you leave a worm on a piece of tissue, under the lid of a roasting dish, in the midday sun, let me tell tell you now that I think your energies could be put to better use on experiments that do not conclude in a lavish burial ceremony.
(It was like, crisp, you know?)
Alice: ‘What happened to Woody?’
Theo: ‘He was bad! He is in a time-out!’
Alice: ‘Well, let that be a lesson to him.’
Theo: ‘Hello bug!’
Mabel: ‘HELLO BUG!’
Theo: ‘Oh. Don’t be scared, Bug. It’s just us!’
Mabel: ‘YEAH, BUG. IT’S JUST US!’
Theo: ‘…Where are you going, Bug?’
Mabel: ‘COME BACK BUG! BUG! COME BACK!’
Theo: ‘Good boy, Bug! Now; sit!’.
Iggy Pop.
They were delicious. And I didn’t share them.
I feel no remorse.
‘Don’t a take a picture of me!’
Alice: ‘C’mon, Mae. Time to get dressed.’
Mabel: ‘No! I am a nudie!’
She says with just as much flourish as you are imagining.
She holds up a range of dresses; each briefly modeled before being flung to the floor.
She selects two socks; both of pink stripes, but unmatched.
‘Mae-Mae wear deez socks!’, she informs me.
I dump her on her bed of pink flowers.
Alice: ‘Alright then; let’s get these socks on’.
I’m hopeful.
Mabel: ‘No! I want to wear them on my eyes!’
So she does.
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