Cronauer: She spills soup all over you, looks at you like, "Eh, I'm sorry. What are you gonna do about it, asshole?" What would you say to her? They spilled something on your pants. What would you do?
Wilkie: I do nothing.
Cronauer: Come on Wilkie, it's cursing class. You're gettin' pissed off. What would you do?
Wilkie: I just remain reticent.
Cronauer: She goes in the kitchen, she gets a knife, she starts stabbing you. She's stabbing you, putting forks in you. She's got spoons in your eyes, Wil! They're startin' to cut you with knives, puttin' spoons in your eyes. What would you do Wilkie? What would you do?
Wilkie: I'm waiting to die.
Had to post this, amazing what Nicki does for the wee-uns. Tomorrow is “come as your favourite book character” day (well, World Book Day) and the above is the raw materials for a Hermes costume:-)
Behold your Dad’s best Woody Allen expression (yeah, not convinced either).
CLF on tender-hooks yesterday as councils were due to send out emails at 17.30 with news of secondary school places. Just noting this down here for CLF (which was the original point of me writing all this stuff). In the end the thing she’ll want to remember is the feeling she got when the email came through with her first choice school:-)