Oliver: There will be lots of toys there!
Me: Um, no. But there will be lots of people and music and dancing.
Oliver (losing interest): Mommy, I want banana bread.
LATER, IN THE MINIVAN
Oliver: I'm so 'cited about the toy chest, Mommy.
Me: Oh, Oliver. It's a protest, not a toy chest.
Poor kid thought we were going to some giant new toy chest big enough to hold dancing people and drums. Instead he gets a whole lot of cheerfully pissed off gay people and a little distorted disco music. Still, in the end, I believe it's better for them.
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ok, samantha, i have to tell you this. and i do hope your cabbages won't read this when they get older. but i detect an ever-so-slight favoritism here: you give Ollie all the great lines!! between choo-choo man/guy and toy-chest/pro-test (i'm with the toys on that one), it's like...ARE YOU PLAYING FAVORITES?? poor maggie. she's a girl, and consequently smarter so maybe she doesn't make mistakes as much. but i think you need to keep this clear bias in check.
on another note: i am HONORED they wore the BIRD SHIRTS to such an important civic event.
Oh dear. I feared it might seem that I am playing favorites. I assure you I have no favorite. I do love them for their very different personalities. But here's the thing: Ollie talks more. He's like a complete chatter-box, show-off, clown. What can I do? Maggie and I have a very sentimental relationship. I could write about her petting my face and telling me,"I yuv you, mommy." But where's the tension? Where's the narrative arc?
i was there! i wish i had seen you!
xo
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