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Jun. 24th, 2007 11:27 amSo I'm sitting here chatting with Alan and running a scene with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eonone, and Morgan comes through my door, holding her hands cupped in front of her. So I turn around and hold out my own hands, and ask, "What have you got, baby girl?"
"Very special present for you," she says, and carefully deposits whatever it is into my hands.
"What is it?" I ask (with her, it could be anything from pizza to birthday cake to her princess crown).
She happily declares, "A paper towel!" and she jumps up and claps her hands.
*buzwha?* "Wow, honey, really?" I manage.
"Uh-huh, a pink towel." She looks just pleased as punch at this.
I can't help but grin back at her. "A pink one; that's cool."
She nods. "Mm-hmm, with sparkles, too."
You should all be insanely jealous of my imaginary pink sparkly paper towel. ;)
So I ask her, "Do you have a special present for Alan, too?"
"Oh!" she says, and turns around as if looking for it, "Oh, yes, I do. It's on the piano." And she walks to the corner of the cedar chest at the foot of my bed.
"What kind of present for Alan?" I ask her.
"Umm.... Alan likes a paper towel, too! Let me have more chip, please?" *finally catching sight of the bag of tortilla chips on my desk*
What a fun imagination, and how easily distracted...
eonone, and Morgan comes through my door, holding her hands cupped in front of her. So I turn around and hold out my own hands, and ask, "What have you got, baby girl?""Very special present for you," she says, and carefully deposits whatever it is into my hands.
"What is it?" I ask (with her, it could be anything from pizza to birthday cake to her princess crown).
She happily declares, "A paper towel!" and she jumps up and claps her hands.
*buzwha?* "Wow, honey, really?" I manage.
"Uh-huh, a pink towel." She looks just pleased as punch at this.
I can't help but grin back at her. "A pink one; that's cool."
She nods. "Mm-hmm, with sparkles, too."
You should all be insanely jealous of my imaginary pink sparkly paper towel. ;)
So I ask her, "Do you have a special present for Alan, too?"
"Oh!" she says, and turns around as if looking for it, "Oh, yes, I do. It's on the piano." And she walks to the corner of the cedar chest at the foot of my bed.
"What kind of present for Alan?" I ask her.
"Umm.... Alan likes a paper towel, too! Let me have more chip, please?" *finally catching sight of the bag of tortilla chips on my desk*
What a fun imagination, and how easily distracted...
