The Mock Turtle

Cube asked me to look over some English work before he submitted it via Google Classrooms. It’s a piece about some kind of Bounty Hunter/Spy breaking into the upstairs to find the mark downstairs... doing Netflix and Chill.

Poor sod couldn’t understand why I started laughing. He just thought it was a phrase for watching tv and wasn’t impressed with the explanation

Oh dear!

Off the back of Sproglette asking if it was really me in a dark bedroom (she’d dreamt I was lost), I asked them what question they’d ask to make sure it really was me. Elvis was very impressed with herself and said she’d ask “do you have stinky armpits?” because if it was a six year old on stilts pretending to be me then they wouldn’t. :woteva:

Oh Wendy, that's quite harsh!

Nah, there is lots of openness about it here, with a pubescent older sister and my levels of exercise! Sproglette is forever declaring when she’s a bit whiffy post-exercise.

It was the image of a six year old on stilts pretending to be me until they were caught out only by their answer being no.

Oooo, judgey!

That’s brilliant.

Your girls are so brilliant.

Those girls!

Wendy!

He didn’t even only drink 3 beers, that was just the empty cans on the island. Lucky for him they didn’t check the recycling.

Omg amazing

I get to hear a lot on L’s morning meeting on zoom (some of which I’d rather he didn’t share like the entire plot and deaths and good guy bad guy count of Star Wars movies) but today he looked up at me and asked:

“When is daddy gonna die and we can get a dog?”

BRUTAL.

Oh god.

Poor Daddy!