Wednesday, 14 October 2009
More shit hot parenting
See? I haven't forgotten about my children. Look, here they are. Sweet, resilient, affectionate, maddening. I hate that sofa though, it's slithery and unyielding. I can't wait to have an Ektorp or two all of my own. I like the weepette's expression of gloomy forbearance.
Shortly after I took this picture we had the following conversation:
L: Would Speedy Sexeur [the homosexual daschund in the parc du caca] sex with a hedgehog?
E: I doubt it.
F: It would pique his breasts.
L: Aïe! Ouille!
E: He doesn't have breasts, he's a boy.
F: But why did you say you would cut Oscar's breasts off to stop him sexing too much?
E: Not breasts! Testicules.
F: Ah! Testicules.
E: Actually, I don't know if they cut them off, or just empty them.
L: Maman, I liked it when we watched the rabbit sexing and his zizi went woooooo (mimes detumescence). Wooooo! Wooooo!
And all I can think is, "should I tell them that "sexer", "to sex" isn't a verb? Because I don't think there's a satisfactory equivalent.