Go ahead. Ask me.

(meme from hesychasm)

Ask me what happens after the end of any of my stories. (Or tell me what you think.)

That's my kid

Kidlet's best friend Phoebe came over to trick-or-treat last night. I always think the kidlet is a terribly girly kid, but Phoebe leaves them in the dust. Phoebe is definitely going to be sorted into Sparklypoo. A conversation, overheard while they played with Polly Pockets. (These kids are both almost seven.)

PHOEBE: Let's pretend that I'm going out on a date with Sam -- this is Sam -- and you're going out on a date with Jeffrey -- that one can be Jeffrey -- and you come home from the store and I'm not ready and you say, 'What are you going to wear? Let's wear something that matches!' and I say --

KIDLET: Hold on a minute. I'm training a flying horse.

edited 2019 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns