Love my family!
Jul. 11th, 2003 10:01 pmSo I'm at my folks house when I got to put my dishes in the sink to clean them off when I notice my little niece’s dinner plate. It's all bright and cheerful, with a colourful sketch of a bear grinning and waving at the viewer as if to invite them to join him on a walk, wearing a backpack, a small shirt and hiking boots.
And no pants.
Was rather perturbed for some reason by the fact he wasn't wearing pants. Maybe it was the grin...
When I pointed this out to my youngest brother he just rolled his eyes and said as if he was asking for patience for dealing with the stupid people, for he-has-just-graduated-from-High-School-and-therefore-knows-everything-there-is-to-know, "Jeez, Jess. It's just Winnie the Pooh. Get over it."
That's easy for him to say. He doesn't realise that a talking Bear has figured out how to get past the 'No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service' policy at most restaurants and can now go in and eat all the customers he wants. ~_~;;
And no pants.
Was rather perturbed for some reason by the fact he wasn't wearing pants. Maybe it was the grin...
When I pointed this out to my youngest brother he just rolled his eyes and said as if he was asking for patience for dealing with the stupid people, for he-has-just-graduated-from-High-School-and-therefore-knows-everything-there-is-to-know, "Jeez, Jess. It's just Winnie the Pooh. Get over it."
That's easy for him to say. He doesn't realise that a talking Bear has figured out how to get past the 'No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service' policy at most restaurants and can now go in and eat all the customers he wants. ~_~;;
Lions and Tigers and Bears (oh MY...)
Date: 2003-07-13 10:48 am (UTC)Hm; I think I need to possibly not answer LJ entries on low blood-sugar... lunchtime! But you know, the hats thing is sort of scary...