On Attempts To Impersonate A Basilisk

[ricevermicelli]

Hotspur attempted to glare at me this morning. She was hampered by a number of technical difficulties:
a) She is two,
b) She is badly in need of a haircut,
c) She was wearing stripey snowman pajamas, and
d) She was clutching everything precious to her in this world.

When you are attempting to glower up at your mother through sheepdog bangs, and keep a close grip on a Minnie Mouse doll, a doll's bottle, a Wonder Woman action figure and your Christmas stocking, your credibility is simply not at its best. The fuzzy snowflakes on your feetsies do not improve the situation.

Unfortunately, it's been a tough couple of days over here, particularly for Hotspur. Danger Lad! has been taking everything in stride ever since the day when I both saw the doctor and returned home, although he has clearly been scheming to get himself a piece of this "being sick" action, with the ginger ale and the gatorade, but Hotspur is reeling. I cannot carry children upstairs right now, so she has to make the unheard of effort to walk up all the stairs herself. No somersaults from my thumbs, no trotting to Boston, and I don't sing. It's the apocalypse. And if it's the apocalypse for her, you bloody well better believe she'll be visiting some chaos and destruction back on the rest of us. Or at the very least, refusing to wear pants.

Comments

[macthud]

I can just hear her doing that scene from The Jerk... "All I need is this ashtray, this paddle game, this remote control, these matches, this lamp, and this chair. That's all I need. What do you think I am, A Jerk or something?"

[drwex]

Oh noes! I feel sorry for her. But not _too_ sorry.

[c1.livejournal.com]

You need to collect all these thoughts and publish them. Really. I was holding things together fine until you wrote "Or at the very least, refusing to wear pants."