Olivia, yesterday: When I get married I will have to have a contract with my husband so that he can't call me sweet names, like, 'honey, I'm home!'
We just heard a bang from somewhere in the house.
Bodhi: What was that?
Olivia: that was just Mum, torturing an Old Man.
6 comments:
i still want sweet girl children!
I want obstreperous, subversive, difficult girlchildren who demand they be given their full space in the world and refuse to abide by soppy convention. Go Olivia!
i think a little bold is very sweet!
Well sure it is. But that ain't what I'm talking about.
"When I grow up can I marry my little brother?"
I had no idea the answer would be so difficult until I began to answer it.
Well, I'd just tell her the truth, which in my case is, sorry, he's already decided he's marrying me :)
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