Mar 24, 2009 09:07
Dear Baby:
I realize that you are, in fact, a kid. Okay? I get that. But what I don't get is why that should mean that I, as temporary host to you, should have to eat nothing but kid food. I mean, don't get me wrong, mac-n-cheese and PB&J are at least going down easy and mostly staying down, but they can't be all that nutritious.
Just in case you were wondering, all that stuff that you keep sending back up before it has time to digest much? That's the nutritious stuff. It's supposed to give you lots of good vitamins and stuff that will make you healthy and capable of outsmarting and outrunning me at an early age. I'm trying, here, kid. Help me help you.
Speaking of food and its tendency to not stay in my stomach, I'm thinking we need to watch some Tok'ra-heavy episodes of Stargate to clarify what a nice, respectful host/symbiote relationship is supposed to look like, yeah? Because if I start having the urge to don tacky gold robes and subjugate millions, we are going to have words. (Of course, I'd prefer you not develop a proclivity for formal verbiage and obfuscation, either, so maybe the Tok'ra eps are a bad idea. We'll just watch a lot of Jacob/Selmak eps, okay?)
Lots of love,
Mommy
bear,
stargate,
yay i'm preggers yay