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Sep. 29th, 2006 02:24 pmDad: And so you're about four or five, and I open your bedroom door and, my God, all your Barbies are strung up! Hanging from things, you know, bound and gagged. I just turned around, went back out and closed the door.
Mom: Oh, and then he runs to me, "Maria, we have to talk: there's something terribly wrong with our daughter, she's tied up all her Barbies, what do we do?" and he makes me look. "George," I said, "she's a girl." "So?" he says. "Girls tie things up," I said. "In a few minutes her Ninja Turtle will go save Barbie, and they'll live happily ever after." "...Oh," he said. "Girls are weird."
Aunt Witty: Oh, that's not as good as my favorite Alex story. You're about four, and we're all in a restaraunt, and you do something, I don't remember what, and your mom's upset with you, and you stand up in the middle of the restaraunt and say, "Mother, don't strike me!" Just like that. "Mother, don't strike me."
Alex: Apparently I was an archaic child.
Dad: Strikest me not, mother!
Mom: Oh, and then he runs to me, "Maria, we have to talk: there's something terribly wrong with our daughter, she's tied up all her Barbies, what do we do?" and he makes me look. "George," I said, "she's a girl." "So?" he says. "Girls tie things up," I said. "In a few minutes her Ninja Turtle will go save Barbie, and they'll live happily ever after." "...Oh," he said. "Girls are weird."
Aunt Witty: Oh, that's not as good as my favorite Alex story. You're about four, and we're all in a restaraunt, and you do something, I don't remember what, and your mom's upset with you, and you stand up in the middle of the restaraunt and say, "Mother, don't strike me!" Just like that. "Mother, don't strike me."
Alex: Apparently I was an archaic child.
Dad: Strikest me not, mother!
