Blatherings of Boredom

Ronan: Tom, let's go play trains. You and me.
Tom: No, sorry, I need to work now.
Ronan: Well, you could play trains and work at the same time, bring your computer (Tom has a laptop, Ronan knows Tom can move it anywhere).
Tom: Sorry, guy, I can't do both things at the same time. I need to concentrate.
Ronan: Well, you can just work later and play trains now.
Tom: No, I need to work now. Later I need to have dinner, help you with a bath, take shower, and go to bed.
Ronan: You forgot reading books to me!
Tom: Right! And reading books. So I won't have time to work then, I need to do it now.
Ronan: But Tom, you really don't want to work. You don't like working now. So play trains.
Tom: Uh…well, you might be right, but I need to work. If I don't work, I don't get money. I need money to buy food and toys.
Ronan: Well, I have money.
Tom: You do?
Ronan: Sure! It's in my kitty bank. I can buy toys with that money.
Tom: I don't know if that's enough money. I still need to work now.
Ronan: Well, how about I work for you, and you play trains.
Tom: Dude, I think you need to go to school for many years to do my work.
Ronan: But I already know how to do your work.
Tom: I really don't think you do.
Ronan: Sure, I do. I just press buttons.

No matter how attentive I am to Ronan's fingernails, he scratches himself at night.

Right now, he's got several gouge marks, plus a bruise.

explodingcat: He looks like he's been fighting with a cat.
a few moments later
explodingcat: You can tell he's winning because his butt isn't all scratched up.

explodingcat: I think . . . and this might be hard . . . but I think it would be good to not act horrified at diaper time. I'd hate for the baby to pick up on the disgust.
krasota: *blank stare*
explodingcat: I mean, we don't want the urchin to associate our visceral reactions with zirself.
krasota: I'm generally not horrified by diaper changing. (Yes, there are exceptions.)
explodingcat: Yes, but I would be.
krasota: You pick up the dog's poop.
explodingcat: Yes, but his poop is just really nice.
krasota: *dies with laughter*
krasota: *continues laughing as boy goes on about nice, firm Jericho poop.*
jericho_the_dog: *runs over to boy for pets and reassurance as I continue laughing*

explodingcat just wandered in here, brushing his teeth.

He start pulling at his pants as he turns out and he speaks around his toothbrush: "I got a hole in my pants . . . down here."

"Wow, honey. You've worn through your pajamas." I wasn't terribly impressed. "I can't get to my sewing machine right now. Sorry."

He turns back around. "I think something crawled up my butt in Colorado."


. . .


Needless to say, I had to work very hard to not pee my pants.

Pope Jericho would like you all to watch a small public service announcement presented by Professor explodingcat.

Quicktime video
right-click save-as
option/alt-click download

i nearly ran my cart over a toad. he hopped out of my way and i screeched, "Ooooooooh!"

i parked my cart and crouched down and grabbed the toad.
"look boy! say hi to buford!"

boy was unimpressed, but he said hello. i let the wee toad go and climbed up the stairs.

i like frogs and toads. they're cute.