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Monkey milestone!

When I was hanging out with chas_ and smmc and the Demon Plague-Monkeys, I hit a milestone with them!

The eldest rather vigorously threw a ball. Not just "Hi I throw ball", but "this got kicked out of bounds and I get to do the throw-in" level of almost hitting the ceiling. Evidently this has been covered before on the 'things we do not do indoors' list, and covered fairly recently, so since I was the current closest adult, I pried his little hands off the ball and put it out of reach with words about the not doing of this, and the putting this up for a bit, then.

*RAGESCREAMINCOHERENTMALEDICTION!!* quoth the four-year-old. I'm sure there were words in there, because I heard syllables and saw that his mouth was moving for more than just a shriek. Couldn't understand a single one of them. Didn't have to.

There's nothing like getting cussed out by a four-year-old (who knows he's in the wrong) to make one feel like a Responsible Adult. In the little boy's eyes, I am no longer just A Cool Guest who is a grown-up, I am actually an Adult.

Icon is of my Virtual Nephew at about age 7. shammash makes a cameo appearance in the background.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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