gotta love those emo babies

Olivia came upstairs last night watery of eye and quavery of voice to complain at how unfair it was that the Mario level she was so hard, she kept dying, it was so not fair! She was angry, she was upset, she was railing at the injustices thrust upon her so early in her young life.

I tried to placate her with a personalised version of 'if you don't succeed' and reminded her of how she thought she would never be able to whistle, or snap her fingers, or read, and how all of those things fell into place with practice. She looked unconvinced, and still wobbly of lip. And I thought I'd never be able to drive, I said, it was so hard when I started. At that her eyes sparked with wicked mischief and amusemet, and her wobbling lip twisted in an attempt to repress her evil laughter, which burst forth when I challenged her as to whether or not she was insulting my driving skills. She was... how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is...


This evening, and lately, the place has been emotional - Bodhi's not very well post tummy bug and is by turns violent and heartbroken, and bemoans his fate with loud screaming wailing. Tonight saw him sitting on the stairs for 3 minutes twice, for space-pistol- whipping and then biting his sister. He finds this exile extremely difficult and sobs his way through it.

A little later, he made his way over to Axel's guitar, and strummed it while singing into a green plastic phone:

Do a Sad So-ong
And don't feel sad...
And it's all of me-ee
And I stayed on the stairs...
And talked to mu-um

A sad so-ong
A song about being sad...
I did a pu-ke
It was in my mou-th....

Musical genius!!