When I eat my multivitamin-gummy-bears every evening, they dialogue the bears' cries of distress as I chew them. It sounds about like this (in a high voice): "Oh no! Mark you big meanie, you just bit my foot off! Hey! Ouch! Help! He's eating me all up! Oh dear! Now I have no more head! Eeeeeh! Oh no! He's swallowing me! Eeeeek, now I'm in his belly! Help help! I'm turning into his blood!" (the "turning into my blood" part was my own interpretation of something I heard once about what happens when you eat... now my Momma and Dad use it, too).
Well, this morning I was eating pancakes, and didn't feel like eating my egg. My Dad cut it into a few pieces for me, and told me to eat a bite. Then he proceeded to make 'distressed-food-being-eaten' noises. Sheesh. He just didn't know anything. My comment: "Silly Dad, eggs don't talk!"
...and for those of you who simply can't do without pictures... here I am on Dad's lap watching him play the "monster-fall-down-game" (aka WoW).
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=) That's my favorite laptop! =)
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