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[amalnahurriyeh]

Leigh is in bed, sick with the post-Christmas stomach bug that we've been passing around. (I'm not entirely free of it, myself, but am more conscious than yesterday.) So I'm on Isk duty. I told Isk that I had to do some writing, because I'm not done my

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[maybe_amanda]

Yay! Sherlock, John, and a tiger do amazing things! You are raising that child right!

Sorry to hear about Leigh. UGH.

[amalnahurriyeh]

I am so proud, and a little horrified. That's my default position in parenting.

Yeah, I don't know *what* this thing is, but it sucks to have, that's for sure.

And now I have to go shovel, and supervise Isk in the snow. Because that's clearly the task of the day.

[amalnahurriyeh]

Of his own, you mean? :) I'm worried it's Richard Scarry, based on his TV consumption lately. Maybe I can get him back into Nate the Great.

[amalnahurriyeh]

I definitely remember, at age six or so, spending a lot of my time acting out Mary Sue self-insert Little House on the Prairie fanfic. Apples, trees, distance, etc. :)

[mack_the_spoon]

Adorable. And awesome.

[amalnahurriyeh]

I had honestly started writing this entry bragging about him deciding he was going to sit down and write C (his school friend) a story...and then it got better. So. Much. Better.

[amyhit]

If there were an award for cutest mini-fan, your son would win it by a mile.

"How do you spell tiger?"

He even makes obscure references to Sebastian Moran! Coincidence...or innate fannish genius? *g*