In your high strange voice, your feet scuffing along the pavement
I have been spending time with my niece, who is currently investigating me as an anthropological or possibly zoological subject. My favorite exchange so far:
Niece: What are you doing?
Me: (paging through a J. Peterman catalogue at the dining room table, slightly bemused) Reading?
Niece: You sit like an animal!
Me: (suddenly aware of perching raptorially on the chair) I have this relationship with a lot of furniture.
Being in a phase of How to Train Your Dragon and knowing my nocturnal habits, she has categorized me as a Night Fury. I find this absurdly flattering.
Niece: What are you doing?
Me: (paging through a J. Peterman catalogue at the dining room table, slightly bemused) Reading?
Niece: You sit like an animal!
Me: (suddenly aware of perching raptorially on the chair) I have this relationship with a lot of furniture.
Being in a phase of How to Train Your Dragon and knowing my nocturnal habits, she has categorized me as a Night Fury. I find this absurdly flattering.
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That reminds me of something I saw on Twitter the other day (or today? what's time?): a parent asks a child to name their five favorite nonhuman things, and the child does, but includes Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. The parent reminds the child that Taylor Swift and Katy Perry are human, and the child says, "I guess so. But not like human human."
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