in which I am transmogrified...
Apr. 26th, 2006 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaCasper likes to have Calvin and Hobbes read to her sometimes. This is a real challenge, because the jokes aren't funny if you're two (I wonder if some of them are even funny if you're 8; many, of course, remain hilarious when you're 33). She spends a lot of time asking, "What's he doing NOW?" and I try to explain in a way that is sensical and not wildly boring. mr. flea ia definitely better at this than I am.
Her favorite is a Sunday strip in which Calvin imagines his mother is a giant ant-like alien.
So I suppose this is the inspiration for this evening's comment: "I was looking for you... and... you was switched by an alien!" We turned this into an amusing game that finally ended when I decided I didn't want to be an alien and told Casper that her kiss could restore me to my human form. And it did. But not until after I developed alien feet, and she had to hide in the kitchen.
(As an aside, Calvin is a total pain in the ass, when you're reading about him from the perspective of a parent.)
Her favorite is a Sunday strip in which Calvin imagines his mother is a giant ant-like alien.
So I suppose this is the inspiration for this evening's comment: "I was looking for you... and... you was switched by an alien!" We turned this into an amusing game that finally ended when I decided I didn't want to be an alien and told Casper that her kiss could restore me to my human form. And it did. But not until after I developed alien feet, and she had to hide in the kitchen.
(As an aside, Calvin is a total pain in the ass, when you're reading about him from the perspective of a parent.)