kleutertje: (FREE MOTHERFUCKING CAAAAAKE)
Graafschap Holland ([personal profile] kleutertje) wrote2014-09-27 04:09 am

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[Snow day.]

SNOW!!!!!

[Heather has +1 tiny Kees bouncing on her everything.]
sweetmotherofgod: (now I've seen a lot of bullshit)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-27 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[NO WHY THIS

IT IS EARLY AS BALLS

or at least not so late she'll have to risk a ticket for speeding getting in to school which makes it too early goddamnit]


Mnf. Go 'way.
sweetmotherofgod: (my son's a homosexual)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-27 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
UUUGH.

[BE STILL, TINY MENACE. Which is ridiculous wishful thinking so she ends up flopping the covers over him and hugging him. Mostly hugging. Kind of squashing.]

What are you doing?
sweetmotherofgod: (I say we just grow up)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-27 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[DEMON CHILD, BEGON- wait, what?]

D'you say snow?
sweetmotherofgod: (Our love is God)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-27 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[SNOW!!!

Okay okay unsquishing. Sleep uniform of flannel pajama pants and Blind Melon tshirt gets a sleepwalk to her drawers, + thick socks and sloppily laced doc martins and a bigass coat.]


M'making coffee first.
sweetmotherofgod: (I can be up for that)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Coffee! He is a perfect child and she is sorry she ever tried to squish him. She perks up slightly with the promise of both coffee and snow, and when she spots his lanky, be-bunnied self heading for the kitchen she swings by his room and leaves him to it.

His snow-wear gets more careful consideration. Knit hat - he can put the ears back up over it, if he wants. Jacket, scarf, mittens, boots, and a slightly less zombified walk into the kitchen to trade if for coffee.]


Here, [she says, pausing to drop a little smooch on the mess of his hair because if he thinks he is too old for that he is hugely mistaken.] Wrap up. You're gonna freeze your little tail off.
sweetmotherofgod: (I knew that loose was too noose)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-29 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh.

[Most eloquent sibling dialogue here. She takes the opportunity to tug the hat down onto his head, gives his hair a little fluff first.]

It'll freeze up and pop right off.
sweetmotherofgod: (real life sucks losers dry)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-09-29 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well of course it's fine now. You're inside, it's warm. You take that little thing outside without wrapping up, then POOF!

[MAGICIAN HANDS! Because it's going to disappear, get it?]
sweetmotherofgod: (that knife is filthy)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-10-03 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yes!

[and with reckless disregard for the kitchen she grabs hold of him, swings him up into her arms. He's getting too big for this - not too heavy, not yet, but he's all spindly limbs and growth spurts, and it aches a little that maybe someday soon she won't be able to scoop him up like this.

But for now, at least, she can. So she gathers him in close, blows a raspberry on his cheek, gives him big, serious eyes.]


Your tail is in grave danger. I'm afraid that if you don't put on more clothes, I'll have to - [dramatic sob] - keep you inside until all the snow is gone! For your own good!
sweetmotherofgod: (I knew that loose was too noose)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2014-10-03 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
Dad's just trying to protect you. He doesn't want you to know, but that's how he lost his tail.

[Except. Coffee is done, and there's a travel mug singing her name.]

Maybe we can test it. You'll be like a famous explorer. Just put on as many clothes as you can, and then we'll go see what happens.