something wicked
May. 10th, 2009 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nyatЯ напеваю Абигали: «А бабочка крылышками бяк-бяк-бяк-бяк, а за ней воробышек прыг-прыг-прыг-прыг, он ее голубушку шмяк-шмяк-шмяк-шмяк и ням-ням-ням-ням и шмыг-шмыг-шмыг»
Алленький: Where did you learn this song?
Я: When I was a kid. It is about a butterfly and a little sparrow. The butterfly was flap-flap-flapping its wings and the sparrow jumped-jumped-jumped on her, hit-hit-hit her and chomped-chomped-chomped her.
Алленький (помедлив секунду): Mommy, did I tell you that story about a butterfly who flew away from a sparrow? It flew high-high-high and the sparrow couldn’t get as high up, so he got tired and fell. And he died.
Я: Poor sparrow.
Алленький: Yes. And then came a butterfly guy with his fly-swatter and hit-hit-hit the butterfly till it died.
Я: So everybody died?
Алленький: Yep. And then they flew away.
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Я (обнимая алленького): I am your evil mommy…
Алленький (таким же елейным голосом): And I am your evil son…
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Алленький: Mommy, you’re evil. But you still do good things…
Аллен: Hey, mommy is not evil. It’s just that sometimes she does bad things…
Я: Guys! If I was a stranger I’d listen to you and think that mommy is evil…
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Абигаль и Алленький ползут друг за другом верхом по спинке длинного извилистого дивана. Деланно кряхтят.
Алленький: Mommy! We are monorails!
Алленький: Where did you learn this song?
Я: When I was a kid. It is about a butterfly and a little sparrow. The butterfly was flap-flap-flapping its wings and the sparrow jumped-jumped-jumped on her, hit-hit-hit her and chomped-chomped-chomped her.
Алленький (помедлив секунду): Mommy, did I tell you that story about a butterfly who flew away from a sparrow? It flew high-high-high and the sparrow couldn’t get as high up, so he got tired and fell. And he died.
Я: Poor sparrow.
Алленький: Yes. And then came a butterfly guy with his fly-swatter and hit-hit-hit the butterfly till it died.
Я: So everybody died?
Алленький: Yep. And then they flew away.
___
Я (обнимая алленького): I am your evil mommy…
Алленький (таким же елейным голосом): And I am your evil son…
___
Алленький: Mommy, you’re evil. But you still do good things…
Аллен: Hey, mommy is not evil. It’s just that sometimes she does bad things…
Я: Guys! If I was a stranger I’d listen to you and think that mommy is evil…
___
Абигаль и Алленький ползут друг за другом верхом по спинке длинного извилистого дивана. Деланно кряхтят.
Алленький: Mommy! We are monorails!
