Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating real content.
It’s been such a strange week . . .
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This may look to you like Rudolph the morning after an Egg Nog binge, but I’ve been told with great earnestness that this is a bat.
And not just any old bat, but a Cupcake Bat, because bugs and blood are icky and fruit is boring.
When he’s not perched on one of the lid knobs of our piano, he rides around on Sunny’s finger.
His name, she tells me, is Flappy.
Flappy the Cupcake Bat.
This may actually beat Itch the Inflatable Flea and the Bubbleguppy for sheer awesome weirdness.
Let’s have a vote!
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Janie’s New Favorite Joke
Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl* go the the bathroom?
Because the P is silent.
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Yes, we’re very proud.
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And Most of Your Entourage is Jailbait
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Who’s the Minion Now?
Sunny loves the Minion hat her Aunt Watson knitted her for Christmas and especially enjoys using it as a full head mask. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have eye holes, so this hinders her a bit, especially when her mother is trying to get her to zip her coat.
“You can’t work your zipper with your hat pulled down, silly girl,” I said, pulling it up. “Now try it again.”
I buttoned my own coat and heard a small voice say, “Mommy, my puller-thing is stuck.”
It was, so I fixed it, and, since I was already bent over, zipped it. “There you go, sweetie,” I said, only to look up into the smirking eyes of the minion hat.
“See, Mommy?” said a gleeful, muffled voice. “I can work a zipper with my hat pulled down!”
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“It’s Your Kid, Rory!”
And finally, a mash-up for Lyra, who could probably use a bolstering giggle fit as she parents a small, tonsil-free child.
Plus, it actually fits the general theme, which is why it won (barely) over the montage of Lady Violet’s snarkiest lines. Maybe next week . . .
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* And I quote: “Mo-om! It’s not a pterodactyl, it’s a pteranodon! Sheesh!”
Earful of Cider 
I can’t wait to tell that joke to my boy. Anything funny having to do with poop or pee makes him giddy. And, yes, he’s read every single Captain Underpants (the latest one, withstanding.)
Shout out to Lyra. Hope the little one is okay.
Captain Underpants is a hero for the ages—between 6 and 12-years, usually.
I haven’t heard anything from Lyra—I’ll drop her a line.
I respect the kid’s dinosaur standards of accuracy.
I respect it, but the eye-rolling is getting old.
As is, apparently, her mother, who remembers when an Apatosaurus was a brontosaur, though not, as has been implied, personally.
Outsmarted by a minon. Bathroom humor. Something called a bubbleguppy.
This post has got everything!
I like to cover the bases. 🙂
Have you seen her bubbleguppy? Check the link, seriously. It freaks me out every time I encounter it.
It’s an evil snowflake!
I was sooooo tempted to vote for her mother! Watson has some mad knitting skilz!
I appreciate your restraint, Odie. 🙂
She really does—I put in an order for one of my own!
Yes, I cast my vote. No, I won’t tell you how I voted.
Well . . . When I went out this morning, I didn’t have any votes, and now I do and here you are . . . 😉
I’m the vocal minority.
You and Sunny and Janie. 😀
I consider it a compliment.
I am the 99%!
Of course you are.
Watson is some knitter. That had would have come in handy today – school cancelled because it SNOWED! It happens about every 2 years here and chaos ensues!
On the rockstar parenting – 5, 7 and 10. (Oh hell, all of them)
I used to love snow days, until I had kids.
And I’m with you on that list—especially ten. I’m sure there was once a biologically-crucial reason that human children needed the ability to go supersonic, but evolution needs to catch itself up, please.