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08 February 2004
a short story for a quiet sunday afternoon
shabby says this is a story for diaryland. so here goes.

and yes, it's another one about my kid. shut up.

the magnolia monster is at the age where she's learning words and connecting them to objects she can see. so obvious easy ones to work on are "eyes", "ears". "mouth", "belly" etc. but you wanna be careful asking her "where's my belly?" cause she will dig through any number of layers of clothing you have one, tucked or not, to get to your belly button which she promptly shoves her finger into. and she's tiny, so she's got these long skinny fingers that go way down into your belly button and i am one of those people who cannot STAND to have my belly button touched. it gives me the booboojeebies. ack! even worse, however, is when she decides she wants to show you where your nose is ... she can't just point at it or poke you on the end of your nose, oh no, she desperately tries to shove those skinny-ass fingers as far UP your nose hole as she possibly can. you gotta watch her cause she'll stab your brain.

and now if you didn't like that story you have shabbydee to blame.

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