yeah
but im gonna guarantee to any drones of child protective services who may be slathering over this blog i havent forced him to sit through this maudlin shit schtick more than once
…Something’s not right here.
Birthday parties for babies are hella dumb. They can’t do math, so they’re not old enough to understand the concept of time or aging. They’re not even old enough to appreciate the virtue of free food and gifts, and the only enjoyment the kid derives from the celebration is the apparently endless wonder of shoving his fat little hands into the candle every time I turn around for five seconds.
But there’s also something charmingly ironic about devoting a whole celebration to someone who can’t understand it. And besides, it’s mostly a celebration on behalf of my bang-up job as a parent for keeping the kid (mostly) out of mortal danger for a whole year. (Which is why the cake is for me, obviously.)
OOC
(( so im having the same existential crisis that pretty much every other guardian roleplayer on tumblr is having after these post-scratch kid reveals
i wont change any older answers, BUT i will be using his canon typing quirk from now on! and i will modify his behaviour in accordance with canon
although i dont think it will have very much effect on the main point of this blog, which is the adventures of a mostly incompetent single parent and a cute baby with sunglasses
updates are coming! soon!! ish. ))
all of his baby clothes are hand-sewn originals from the strider line.
partially because its financially feasible but mostly because its really hard to find cosplay in tiny baby sizes.
if by sweet bro powers you are referring to my unchallenged mastery of ordering chinese takeout and falling asleep on the futon
then yes.
