Friday, December 16, 2005

I Don’t Make This Stuff Up

Ellis is crying and moaning. It’s not a hurt “I’m in pain” cry. It’s an “I’m annoyed and someone better make me happy soon” cry.

She walks into the kitchen and announces:
“My mooooooovvvviiiiieeeee!!!”
“What’s the matter?”
“My moooooovvvvviiiiieeeee!!” Apparently she had not made herself clear the first time.
“Is this about Atlantis, Ellis?”
She snuffles and nods.
“Well, don’t cry it’s in my bag.”
Reha gets up from the table to get the movie out of her bag and looks over at me, “Do you ever get the feeling that I don’t like crying children?”
“Yep.”
She looks back down at Ellis, “So don’t cry Ellis, it just gives you a headache and it makes you look stupid.”
A moment goes by.
“Plus I had the movie the whole time and you didn’t have anything to cry about, after all.”

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