Ha! I'm sure it is. He never makes ME french toast and hash browns. No, no reason to shut up. It's an honour, I guess. At least Dad's a good guy and not an alcoholic or a bastard or a bastard alcoholic. And I actually think you're more like your dad, so don't beat me with your tiny, little fists.
I guess so. Maybe he thought I'd be a bastard alcoholic or something because of him leaving. I still don't know about me being a great father... I'll try my best. So you think we should talk?
Well, I am scared. But I'm scared that the kid's not going to like me or that I won't be able to be as good a parent as my mum was. I'm not afraid of responsibility. Awwww...When we're ancient, right?
Well I think you're very much like your dad. And I'm sure if I asked him to make us both french toast and hash browns he would. I'm getting pretty good at batting my eyelashes, he says. You're very right, some people's fathers are.. way worse, we should both feel lucky. Yeah I think I'm more like my dad, and my brother's more like my mom in a way. I won't beat you, promise.
People can grow up all kinds of ways depending on how they were raised and all sorts of stuff. I'm sure he sees what a remarkable job your mom did too. That's all anyone can ask for is for you to try your best. Yes, for the love of god, talk. I can't talk to the dog anymore, he doesn't answer back.
I'm not sure if I'm ... afraid of responsibility. Maybe. More like I'm afraid of not making the right choices, or doing something wrong that will mess him up. Lots and lots. Yeah totally ancient. Lord we'll be almost 50 then.
As long as that's a good thing... You're great at batting your eyelashes. Maybe tomorrow we can all have french toast and hash browns. Together. Like a family.
I'd be concerned if Argos spoke to you. Or if you thought he did.
I think we're afraid of the same things, then. So that must be normal. Whoa... Let's not think of that. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it... a long time from now.
Hahaha! It's like magical eyelash code. I'm talking to him now. Are you happy? This could get mushy, and then I'm so blaming you.
One time, I thought Wellington said, "Harri". But I think she was just meowing. And Dad just saw you talk to Argos! Now he can give YOU weird looks. Victory is mine!
Different but the same. Kind of like Crunch Berries and Trix. Slightly different shapes, but ultimately the same flavour... What kind of messed up metaphor... My brain must want food.
It's because I'm so pretty, and glowing, no one ever wants to say no to be. Much happier, thank you. Be mushy, just don't be silent. I take full blame.
I've been talking to Argos for the past three hours, I think your dad thought I was nuts long ago. And at least I can't see the weird looks. Ha!
You're right, they do taste the same. I never thought about it. I wonder if I could tell the difference if I did a taste test. Hm.
Ha! I'm sure it is. He never makes ME french toast and hash browns. No, no reason to shut up. It's an honour, I guess. At least Dad's a good guy and not an alcoholic or a bastard or a bastard alcoholic. And I actually think you're more like your dad, so don't beat me with your tiny, little fists.
I guess so. Maybe he thought I'd be a bastard alcoholic or something because of him leaving. I still don't know about me being a great father... I'll try my best. So you think we should talk?
Well, I am scared. But I'm scared that the kid's not going to like me or that I won't be able to be as good a parent as my mum was. I'm not afraid of responsibility. Awwww...When we're ancient, right?
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Well I think you're very much like your dad. And I'm sure if I asked him to make us both french toast and hash browns he would. I'm getting pretty good at batting my eyelashes, he says. You're very right, some people's fathers are.. way worse, we should both feel lucky. Yeah I think I'm more like my dad, and my brother's more like my mom in a way. I won't beat you, promise.
People can grow up all kinds of ways depending on how they were raised and all sorts of stuff. I'm sure he sees what a remarkable job your mom did too. That's all anyone can ask for is for you to try your best. Yes, for the love of god, talk. I can't talk to the dog anymore, he doesn't answer back.
I'm not sure if I'm ... afraid of responsibility. Maybe. More like I'm afraid of not making the right choices, or doing something wrong that will mess him up. Lots and lots. Yeah totally ancient. Lord we'll be almost 50 then.
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As long as that's a good thing... You're great at batting your eyelashes. Maybe tomorrow we can all have french toast and hash browns. Together. Like a family.
I'd be concerned if Argos spoke to you. Or if you thought he did.
I think we're afraid of the same things, then. So that must be normal. Whoa... Let's not think of that. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it... a long time from now.
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That sounds like a good idea. I'll bat my eyelashes and we can have a proper breakfast tomorrow like a family.
Once I thought he said 'mama' but I think I was hearing things.
Totally normal, so yeah. Scared and chicken, different but the same. Way WAY long time.
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Hahaha! It's like magical eyelash code. I'm talking to him now. Are you happy? This could get mushy, and then I'm so blaming you.
One time, I thought Wellington said, "Harri". But I think she was just meowing. And Dad just saw you talk to Argos! Now he can give YOU weird looks. Victory is mine!
Different but the same. Kind of like Crunch Berries and Trix. Slightly different shapes, but ultimately the same flavour... What kind of messed up metaphor... My brain must want food.
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It's because I'm so pretty, and glowing, no one ever wants to say no to be. Much happier, thank you. Be mushy, just don't be silent. I take full blame.
I've been talking to Argos for the past three hours, I think your dad thought I was nuts long ago. And at least I can't see the weird looks. Ha!
You're right, they do taste the same. I never thought about it. I wonder if I could tell the difference if I did a taste test. Hm.
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That's exactly it. You say that now. Wait till he starts in on the photo album stories.
He's actually smiling at you. And it's not a "your fiancee's a whacky girl" smile, either. It's a happy, "aww" smile. Victory for both of us.
Hmmm. We should try that sometime! Can you tell the difference between Pepsi and Coke? Cos I bloody can't.
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Oh dear well I suppose that will be my fault too. I just guess we'll have to endure
I'm glad you can tell the difference in smiles. I guess I shouldn't let on that I know and give him one back or it'll seem weird.
Yup, I totally could rock that taste test back in the day.
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Aaaand here it comes. I've memorized his speeches.
Awww, no it wouldn't. He'd be happy to receive a smile, I'm sure. Even if he had no idea why.
Now I'm tempted to make you do taste tests all the time. You could be the official Walrus & The Carpenter taste tester! Would you like that?
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Shush it's not that bad.
Are you sure it wouldn't be weird? He'd know we were talking about him!
Ooh sure! That sounds like fun. Seriously, I'll try anything once if you don't tell me what it is.
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It makes me feel guilty and I didn't even do anything. It's not my fault that all he got was pictures.
Well, he might just think you're smiling as you listen to him... a sympathetic smile?
Exxxcellent! I'll even pay you. I'm waggling my eyebrows...
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There's no reason to feel guilty. Pictures are cute. Well I think they would be.
True. Okay, I'll try.
Ooh paying me. I'm all yours. Hee. Just y'know don't feed me anything that would be bad for the baby, that's all I ask.
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His flat is full of pictures of me. It's terrifying. Especially if you're me.
Awww, there. Now you're both smiling.
Why on earth would I do that? Ice cream isn't bad for babies, is it?
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Yeah well so does my parents place. And I'm sure we'll do the same to this one. Tons of pictures.
No of course not. I don't know, I'm just saying. No caffeine or something.
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Well, okay. But only a mini shrine. Dad's place is like a Harrison museum.
So no pot brownies drenched in coffee? Gotcha.
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Well the job is yours my dear, since .. well I can't take pictures.
Woe, sadly not. I know you were planning on making them for me too.
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