My wife liked stuff. She was sentimental enough that her possessions brought her happiness. I wasn't gonna yuck her yum while we were married but now that she's gone I realize just how little stuff I really need.
So after a dozen runs to a thrift dropoff that would make Marie Kondo go "Whoa buddy maybe you oughta slow down", I can say with some confidence that most of the stuff that made it to the new apartment belongs to my daughter.
#dadlife: Pulled the back off the recliner, was carrying the base downstairs to put in the car to take to the new apartment. A full, unopened tube of toothpaste fell out of the recliner base.
...okay, multiple questions.
My life is a cliche.
You know that thing where a film protagonist is having a really rough time, and just to drive it home they're walking down the road in the rain or something, and a car drives by and kicks up a big spray of cold, filthy water off the street and drenches them? Now the character is sad, bedraggled, and soaked for good measure.
Just happened to me.
Watching the first time I wondered passingly what makes an animal an animal or a person in the Peppa Universe, but that's kind of the whole joke. "We're going to see an animal that's very very tall." "A giraffe!" "Yes, my dad works here", says the kid who is a giraffe. Then they go to the butterfly pavilion.
It's weirdly subtle to do it by obliquely referencing how their teacher is a prey species every other line, though.
Peppa Pig is awful. I've yet to meet a parent who doesn't agree.
But I have to grant that the running gag in the episode where they go to the zoo is pretty good. A lion stalks up behind Madame Gazelle and startles the crap out of her, but it's a zookeeper who tours the tortoise enclosure. A crocodile pops out of the water and startles the crap out of Mme. Gazelle, but it's the keeper who gives a tour of the penguin enclosure, etc.
It's a good bit, if bad for Mme. Gazelle's nerves.
Now she's reaching into her milk with her fingers to retrieve all sorts of pretend foods, from cookies to fish, to share with me.
kids are weird.
nosimpleprotege picked up a rectangular piece of foam, held it to her ear, and said "Hello, this is [her own first name and last name] speaking. My ham is in my milk. Okay, talk to you later." then poked the foam with her finger to hang up.
Now she did in fact drop a slice of deli ham into a cup of milk, so that's an accurate report... to whoever it was she felt she needed to call with the status of her dinner.
a parent too late, a widower too soon. he/him
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