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Toddler is busy playing and generally uncooperative.
Moth: Do you want to play or eat first?
Toddler: Lalala la la la la la...
Moth: Do you want to play or eat first?
Toddler: La la la la la la la l...
Moth: Can you please answer this question with yes or no?! Do you want to play or eat first?!
Toddler: La la... yes.
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Moth putting Toddler to ( Read more... ) -
Bits and pieces
Me to a friend babysitting toddler at the music academy during my lesson: "Was everything okay?"
He: "Yup. She mastered the b-minor toccata all right."
Proceeds to post lots of pictures with toddler on an organ bench.
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Moth: "...there's a semantic distinction. (To toddler) Say 'semantic distinction'."
Toddler: "Desandedayn."
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Moments hard to explain but important to remember...
Me, in the bathtub to annoying toddler: "Go and fetch your ball, will you? Where is the ball?"
Moments later, I see our 80x80cm green fitball enter the bathroom with only the very top of toddler's head behind it. <3 ( Read more... ) -
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Moth: I just got purred at by a cat. ... I pity you for never experiencing this.
Me: Don't worry, I don't miss it. (Being allergic to them and all.)
Moth: Oh. Oh no. Should we... do something? Like, see a priest or something? Isn't that the kind of thing soulless monsters should do?" -
Moth in the forest
Moth:"My experience of the forest is hampered by everyone having longer legs than I do.
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Like, I don't have long legs and dainty little hooves to look at blueberry."
Me, constantly bothered by midges:"So, you were not talking about insects,?"
Moth:"No, deer!"
Me:"Well, but in your defence, you don't have horns."
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Opera
So yeah, the Met's "Das Rheingold" is a ride from the first to the one-hundred-and-fiftieth butt-squashing minute. There is an unexpectedly low amount of actual plot but lots of very diligent singing by seriously overweight world-class stars (love every bit of that) and a beautiful stage with lots of clever visuals, like the beginning where they ( Read more... ) -
Moth
Just now ( Read more... ) -
On holiday with Moth and the Hatchling
Earlier this year, at a Renaissance fair
Moth: I like the... what's it called... the marinade for pottery?
Me: The glazing?
Moth: That one.
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Hatchling, securely strapped to Moth's front, watches me intently as I stumble and almost fall.
Me, reassuringly: I stumbled and almost fell.
Moth, not interrupting her sight-seeing: Good plot.
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Tidbits from today...
Moth: (waltzing into the kitchen with baby on her arm) Conversation: 'Do you wsnt to go to the kitchen, baby?' - 'Eh!'
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Moth: Woodruff is such a curious plant. It grows on top of itself.
Me: That's why we call it the 'master of the wood' ("Waldmeister").
Moth: (googling) It has many uses. Makes you tired... and is aldo poisonous ( Read more... ) -
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Me (in the kitchen, upon Moth's declaration of what the baby was gonna eat): "Do you call these 'Mairüben' (turnips)? I call them 'Mairübchen' (little turnip).
Moth: There's nothing '-chen' about them. They're big and fat.
Me: Yeah, but I thought that was the official name. You also say 'Radischen' (radish).
Moth: *defiantly* I WOULD call them ( Read more... )