Bitey Victoria! Gabe and the purple crayon! Such tiny babies!
Clearly, sense did not play a role in the naming decisions of five-year-olds.
Trufax.
“I has a pengie, Gabe,” Nate told him, matter-of-factly. “Pengies are purple. Victoria says.”
Oh GOD. Pengie! I am dying.
That still didn’t mean Gerard liked seeing babies cry.
Baaaaabies. Tiny tiny little Bden and Spencer. I love them so much.
He is super nice. He’s got his manners.”
I love how little kids are so serious about stuff like that. You tell them stuff, and they don't blow it off. They're not old enough to know irony or cynicism or anything.
“Ryan jus’ does not like stuff on his shirt.”
Again, trufax. I wonder if Ryan insists on wearing clashing clothes to school. Stripes and paisley. :)
For all his stoicism, Gerard knew Brendon had this weird beard phobia.
I guess he gets over that in the future. :) :) :) And I love this detail.
For a tiny, tiny person with very, very big, blue eyes, Spencer could stare down the best of them.
Spencer bitchface! \o/
Snuffling in a frankly disgusting manner, Brendon nodded his little head so hard his glasses nearly slipped off his nose. Spencer very carefully pushed them back into place.
I AM DEAD OF CUTE JSYK.
Their reasoning was that sharing is caring, Mr. Gerard!
MORE DEAD.
There was a scuffle over Alex’s triceratops Pillow Pet, but Frank broke it up while Gerard was unwrapping Adam’s candy cane, lest he just eat the wrapper like last time.
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Date: 2011-12-19 02:29 pm (UTC)EEEEEEEEEEE
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Bitey Victoria! Gabe and the purple crayon! Such tiny babies!
Clearly, sense did not play a role in the naming decisions of five-year-olds.
Trufax.
“I has a pengie, Gabe,” Nate told him, matter-of-factly. “Pengies are purple. Victoria says.”
Oh GOD. Pengie! I am dying.
That still didn’t mean Gerard liked seeing babies cry.
Baaaaabies. Tiny tiny little Bden and Spencer. I love them so much.
He is super nice. He’s got his manners.”
I love how little kids are so serious about stuff like that. You tell them stuff, and they don't blow it off. They're not old enough to know irony or cynicism or anything.
“Ryan jus’ does not like stuff on his shirt.”
Again, trufax. I wonder if Ryan insists on wearing clashing clothes to school. Stripes and paisley. :)
For all his stoicism, Gerard knew Brendon had this weird beard phobia.
I guess he gets over that in the future. :) :) :) And I love this detail.
For a tiny, tiny person with very, very big, blue eyes, Spencer could stare down the best of them.
Spencer bitchface! \o/
Snuffling in a frankly disgusting manner, Brendon nodded his little head so hard his glasses nearly slipped off his nose. Spencer very carefully pushed them back into place.
I AM DEAD OF CUTE JSYK.
Their reasoning was that sharing is caring, Mr. Gerard!
MORE DEAD.
There was a scuffle over Alex’s triceratops Pillow Pet, but Frank broke it up while Gerard was unwrapping Adam’s candy cane, lest he just eat the wrapper like last time.
SO DEAD.
In conclusion, ♥_____________♥