Tadpole the businesswoman
Mar. 17th, 2005 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hullo! *waves* I am finally done with the Job Of Doom. I spent a full week doing nothing else than work, work, work, from morning to late into the night, and I finally got it done. It is not the best job I have done in my life, my work is usually more polished, but I did my best in what little time I had.
And boy, am I ever glad I am done! Now I can relax and enjoy March break with the girls -- or not. Cos wherever we go, the rest of Toronto goes too and the crowds are unbelievable. Well, at least I am with them, not with a bunch of oncologist who cannot make a sentence run from point A to point B without getting sidetracked by X, Y and Z, thus making mile-long sentences that I then have to translate into English (and I have to make sure it makes sense even if it actually didn't to begin with, how fun).
Now, while I was Working, I believe Tadpole has been inventing new interesting games. Tadpole has taken to play a lot with her Barbie suitcase, for instance: she pulls it around, looking busy and important, as if she were about to board a plane (as if she were an Important Businesswoman on an Important Business trip, only she usually takes off all her clothes first, so she is a Naked Businesswoman with a Suitcase in an Airport, interesting concept), and then all of a sudden she stops and sits on the suitcase and looks bored (as if the airline had suddenly gone on strike).
rainette: your Barbie suitcase is pretty, Tadpole.
Tadpole *beams and pulls suitcase over to rainette, tries to hold it up and almost lets go*
rainette *catches suitcase* oooh, that is a heavy suitcase!
Tadpole *nods, grabs handle and pulls suitcase around the living-room*
rainette *smiles and waves to Tadpole*
Tadpole *waves back, drops suitcase, runs off to play somewhere else*
rainette *goes back to her book*
suitcase *twitches*
rainette *JUMPS*
suitcase: MEOWW!
rainette: TADPOLE!!! *opens suitcase*
cat *runs off and hides*
The cat is out of the bag, and my daughter is a monster. *facepalm*
And boy, am I ever glad I am done! Now I can relax and enjoy March break with the girls -- or not. Cos wherever we go, the rest of Toronto goes too and the crowds are unbelievable. Well, at least I am with them, not with a bunch of oncologist who cannot make a sentence run from point A to point B without getting sidetracked by X, Y and Z, thus making mile-long sentences that I then have to translate into English (and I have to make sure it makes sense even if it actually didn't to begin with, how fun).
Now, while I was Working, I believe Tadpole has been inventing new interesting games. Tadpole has taken to play a lot with her Barbie suitcase, for instance: she pulls it around, looking busy and important, as if she were about to board a plane (as if she were an Important Businesswoman on an Important Business trip, only she usually takes off all her clothes first, so she is a Naked Businesswoman with a Suitcase in an Airport, interesting concept), and then all of a sudden she stops and sits on the suitcase and looks bored (as if the airline had suddenly gone on strike).
rainette: your Barbie suitcase is pretty, Tadpole.
Tadpole *beams and pulls suitcase over to rainette, tries to hold it up and almost lets go*
rainette *catches suitcase* oooh, that is a heavy suitcase!
Tadpole *nods, grabs handle and pulls suitcase around the living-room*
rainette *smiles and waves to Tadpole*
Tadpole *waves back, drops suitcase, runs off to play somewhere else*
rainette *goes back to her book*
suitcase *twitches*
rainette *JUMPS*
suitcase: MEOWW!
rainette: TADPOLE!!! *opens suitcase*
cat *runs off and hides*
The cat is out of the bag, and my daughter is a monster. *facepalm*
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Date: 2005-03-17 10:41 am (UTC)What is it with kids and nudity? Mine love to run around with no clothes on.
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Date: 2005-03-17 02:45 pm (UTC)Yes, Tadpole has a way of running (naked) to the door when anyone rings, too. That scares the crap our of some adults. Also, she will lock the door of the washroom when she goes pee-pee, but then she comes out with her panties around her ankles and ask me to help her get dressed. *headthunk*