Heeeeeere, fishy, fishy, fishy!
Feb. 9th, 2009 06:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muck_a_luckSo. We have this old, decrepit, but incredibly useful wing chair from my grandparents' house.
It sits the farthest from the TV.
Everybody was watching TV. Sort of. I was actually up at the computer. The Barbarian was eating a plate of salmon and brown rice while sitting on the floor by the old chair. Husband and AG33 were watching TV.
The Barbarian was being supervised by peripheral vision. I had the corner of my eye on her. Husband did, too. But mostly, we weren't paying her much attention.
So suddenly, Husband says, "Barbarian, did you just put rice in there?"
I look up. She is just guiltily lowering the seat cushion of the decreipt chair. She looks vaguely guilty, but mostly belligerent as she says, "NO!" with great outrage and offense.
Pause for a beat.
"Only fish!"
*facepalm*
It sits the farthest from the TV.
Everybody was watching TV. Sort of. I was actually up at the computer. The Barbarian was eating a plate of salmon and brown rice while sitting on the floor by the old chair. Husband and AG33 were watching TV.
The Barbarian was being supervised by peripheral vision. I had the corner of my eye on her. Husband did, too. But mostly, we weren't paying her much attention.
So suddenly, Husband says, "Barbarian, did you just put rice in there?"
I look up. She is just guiltily lowering the seat cushion of the decreipt chair. She looks vaguely guilty, but mostly belligerent as she says, "NO!" with great outrage and offense.
Pause for a beat.
"Only fish!"
*facepalm*
