Today, Mom decided randomly that she and I should go out and buy cute things. (This does not happen often.) And I got
NOO SHOOZ. My mother tried them on. Her reaction: "Well! Now I know what I'll borrow next time I want to go hooking!"
Days like this, I adore my mother more than anything. Especially because she bought me the shoes.
Also: My sister just came to me asking if I thought she was old enough to write fanfiction for W.I.T.C.H., which is her favorite show. I answered with the appropriate "Of course not! You're never too young to indulge your creativity all over the wide, wide Internet!" And... and now she's getting an account on the Pit. And is drafting her fic idea, which thank god is not too terrible for a first attempt.
...Have I started her slow inevitable descent to my level of corruption? Is she going to end up like me, sitting in front of a screen three hours or more a day, messing with the lives of fictional characters for my own enjoyment? Is she going to start fangirling and squeeing and flaming and shipping?
IS SHE GOING TO VENTURE INTO THE PHOENIX WRIGHT SECTION OF THE PIT OH MY GOD NO NO NO NO MY INNOCENT LITTLE SISTER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
...I want to see her become a BNF. Oh my god.