J (5) singing I like to move it move it
Me: How do you know that?
J: Just know ( looking at me in a peculiar way)
Me: Did you have a nice day?
J: Yes. We were flanging
Me: What's that?
J: Mother, it just is. Oh well, you don't know.
Wow. Words not familiar to me are starting to appear. I still don't know what flanging is. Something not adulty.
Afterwards J draw this boogie disco thing:
A: I could visit you some day.
T: Okay. I don't know if we're at home on weekend.
A: Have you got babies toys or have you got big boys toys?
T: I've got transformers.
A: Are they from your childhood times?
I am old.I am not a teenager. But I could be. You don't know if I had lied.
Actually I'm just 19 ( I could have a 5- year-old son or could I?)
But no, I am not.
I saw a GW teaser showing pale legs in white long socks.
What did I do? Did I jump up and down and shout:
Squee! Yay! OMG Legs legs!
No. I felt like I was an old man peeping at schoolgirls. (This probably wasn't the intention.)
But then I came into my senses.
a) I'm not an old man (altough I might be and you didn't know that)
b) he's not a schoolgirl
and what was c?
I don't remember. I just heard a snap crackle and pop coming from my head and I'm not eating any rice crispies. Or am I?
Curiosity killed the cat, but confusion don't kill the fox. I've still got totally messy 51 years left.
I recieved an e-mail today and did the test. (It's in Finnish, but it is from web pages of Helsingin Sanomat (newspaper), so it must be a very reliable test indeed)
I got the result:
You're going to die on Monday 26th of November 2057.
Oh my. Did I put the kettle on?