Heh. On the way home from the East Bay Emmett randomly announced, "Matilda doesn't have a super-ego. But she'll get one next year when she's five."
I inquired further and found out he's reading ahead on his Health and Identity curriculum and has discovered his first dose of Freud.
So tonight as we're putting Matilda to bed, Emmett announced...
Emmett: Matilda, do you know what you get when you turn five? A super-ego.
Matilda: What's...what's a Super Go?
Emmett: No, a super-ego. When you're born you have an Id. When you're two you get an ego. And when you're five you get a Super-ego.
Matilda:
[shaking her head vehemently]
No! That's not right. I don't want a Super Go!
Then there were some tears shed in refuting Freud.
I don't want a Super Go!
Smart girl. It's all guilt and shame and neurosis.
Sure, without it you're a sociopath, but you're happier!
Tiny American flags for some, Happy sociopaths for others!
I really wanted a Wonder Woman DC poster. Or even Paradise Island.
Grrr. I'm starting to get tired of the liquids/pudding only stage of this post-surgery diet. I want something to crunch, damnit!
Maybe you could have these? [link] They dissolve! My 9 mo. old niece adores them.
Criminal Minds: I don't know if
I like the new woman. I hope she's not supposed to be permanent.
I should have been in bed an hour ago, just made an impulse purchase, but I guess it's okay because it's the goddamn Batman, and then I found this: [link]
The power of the Bowie compels me! But one impulse purchase is enough for the night.
I suspect I'll probably end up buying this one, though: [link]