'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet
I am very fond of children, but that stage when they tell you elaborate stories about something they partly made up is hard on the brain. "And then there was a giraffe. A big giraffe. He had a mother. But we were going. I have a crayon. And then we had cake. And it went hop, hop, hop."
Like this: [link] (but so adorable! and in French! Who cares if it makes no sense!)
That is one cute little French girl. Aw.
he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet
This is the PERFECT way of putting it.
It's a good thing they're so cute (and their crying so annoying), otherwise babies would never get fed.
Technically, the reason they get fed isn't that they're cute but rather that the parent's body is being flooded with hormones and hunger cries are a huge trigger.
My memories of Isaac's infancy are often structured in comparison to Frances. When he first crawled versus when she did, etc.
he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet
This is the PERFECT way of putting it.
It's very apt. I've always thought as "that tricky place between when they begin to talk and when they begin to reason. They are like crazy people, filled with the irrational exuberance of chimps on ice skates."
But Raq's insight is much more succinct. With Emmett as my standard, this period lasted from 2ish to mid 4ish.
I frequently advise JZ to quit reasoning with Matilda and pursue shiny object distraction strategies.
I can remember my dad trying to reason with my then-toddler nephew when my sister's family lived with them for a while. Not quite as fruitless as when dad tried to reason with my dog when we were living there, but close.
Poor dad. Always with the unreasonable houseguests.
I frequently advise JZ to quit reasoning with Matilda and pursue shiny object distraction strategies.
Matilda told me that the moon had no arms, but it had a mouth and a nose and a face. I just went along with it.
Yeah, that sounds right.
I just love the fact that whether or not the moon had arms was apparently under contention.