I have a question for the flist. Have I punctuated this correctly?
The flat was what he imagined people called ‘cosy,’ but what his mother would have disparaged as ‘untidy’ or ‘cluttered,’ which in Narcissa-speak was on par with ‘war zone,’ ‘ebolic,’ and ‘third world-esque.’
Do the commas go in the quotation marks or on the outside? My brain's fried and I can barely form a coherent sentence. I did finish putting the beta corrections in my contest story, but I think I need to read through it one more time before sending it off, and that, unfortunately, won't be today. I have a monster headache.
My son, aged almost seven, who has been put off several times in the past few weeks in favor typing furiously at the computer, came to me today with a question.
Ethan. How many books have you written, mommy?
Me. I'm working on my first one. I'm about halfway through.
Ethan. (pulls out stapled stacks of notebook paper from behind his back) I've written three.
*mommy's mouth drops open unbecomingly*
And so he has. They are entitled Rescue Heroes Find Their First Volcano, A Hard Day in the Jungle, and Cowboys doomed and a Gorilla (my personal favorite). And they're illustrated. In color. He rocks. I suck. I see his point, though. So this afternoon I'm taking a break from all things computer and taking my kids to the park.
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It seems insurmountable now, but they'll be so close when they're older. Aaron gets sad when Ethan's at school and constantly asks, "When can we go get him?" They do everything together. Ethan finally decided Aaron wasn't useless when he started playing pretend with him. The would tie receiving blankets around their necks and pretend to be superheroes (pre-costume days).
Is Taara excited about the baby?
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She pats my stomach and goes baba (she can't quite get baby yet) but also does that to every one she knows! LOL - it gets particularly funny when she asks her Dad 'baba?' while patting his tum!
Thankfully she is an easy child and is a girlish as one can get... and isn't too violent. Hope to hell that continues after the baby comes along.
I can't tell you how much this helps me. I am dreading the baby's arrival... it's not the best attitude to have I know, but I can't seem to help myself. Yes, I am excited; but that is tempered with a healthy dose of reality - coz I DO know what I am in for, unlike last time!