Day out with Rose and Tony!
As a peace offering to Jackie (since I didn't really mean to cause a proper row yesterday), Rose and I took Tony out for a bit of an adventure today. We found a theme park that's aimed at families and small children with some nice rides and animals and all sorts of things like that! It was rather fun, if quite tiring, even for me. We've looked
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Not really, Doctor, no. He can count to 300, and he knows some basic addition. But that's all they really do at this age. Calculus comes...later. In the teens, for humans.
Children went away to study at the Academy when they were eight and even before then it wasn't nearly as involved as humans and their offspring tend to be.
You poor dear! What if you had a nightmare? What if you fell down and hurt yourself? A boy needs his mother, I don't care what
planet he's on.
I haven't broken anything from your kitchen in at least a couple of weeks now!
Not you, you dummy, I meant Tony. He's got this pencil with a blue eraser that he calls his "sonic." After you leave, he runs around the house pointing it at things and wondering why they don't "splode." Then he tries to take them apart to figure out how they work. Can't imagine where he got that idea.
I like kids, I'm just not sure that I could... you know.
I understand. But no one ever thinks they're ready for children. They just...happen. And you learn.
Er... Pete did say he set aside some money for bail, didn't he?
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Well three hundred is a promising start. Maybe I should start by showing him some nice multiplying.
You poor dear! What if you had a nightmare? What if you fell down and hurt yourself? A boy needs his mother, I don't care what planet he's on.
I just... dealt with it. I mean, I had friends and the equivalent of a sick bay if I injured myself, but nightmares and tripping over were something that weren't really important. You were expected to grow out of them. There were some adults whose job it was to look after us, of course, but most things we dealt with fine.
Not you, you dummy, I meant Tony. He's got this pencil with a blue eraser that he calls his "sonic." After you leave, he runs around the house pointing it at things and wondering why they don't "splode." Then he tries to take them apart to figure out how they work. Can't imagine where he got that idea.
Hee! :D That sounds rather sweet.
*Coughs* Erm... not that I encourage the breaking of kitchen items, of course.
I understand. But no one ever thinks they're ready for children. They just...happen. And you learn.
In some ways I already have learned. I was always considered a bit soft on mine. Especially my granddaughter. She was brilliant, especially when she came out travelling with me. :)
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Erm... not at all? :D
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