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sweetpinkpixie · 06-24-2023, 11:10 PM

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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok

Now Nigel had to wonder if all his jokes where that bad and beyond understanding. It would be his version of a mid life crisis and he was fast approaching the age for that. Another curse of his humor was making everyone including himself hungry. While he was fine with no jam...ice cream was a different story. Maybe he backed himself into a bit of a corner with that off handed compliment...but she was 5 so it was always possible she does end up being better and cant crush a kids dream this early in life.

That was what Hogwarts was for!

"It's a promise but all you will get is better hat hair than me"

So rude to bring up the hair point even if it will wind up being true. Genetics is hard to beat. The beanie is trying its best to help Nigel but it could only do so much.

Yep, yep this is what a it sounds like when someone is just banging..jamming on the drums. Nothing to see here. Just being a typical pushover. He was just going to grab the items she wanted while she was in the zone.

Dad really was just the best at pep talks and motivational speeches. Truly inspirational. Just don't let your wife hear about these expectations or else she may insist on school transfers!

"Still better hair than you," she beamed, clinging to the words she wanted to and dad had even confirmed it! Calliope continued her light taps and occasional slams to the beat of some ancient muggle song dad and his friends had covered at some point or another, but her limbs were only so long and she could only reach so far. The seat was both too high and two low depending on what she wanted to reach and so her jam was clumpy and clunky. The frustration was clearly showing on her face too. "...dad? Can I sit on your lap and you do the feet bits again?"

And also maybe show her how to do that one solo again? Guide her through it? Muscle memory, as mama called it, hadn't quite remembered all of it just yet.

06-24-2023, 11:10 PM	#35 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,480 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok Now Nigel had to wonder if all his jokes where that bad and beyond understanding. It would be his version of a mid life crisis and he was fast approaching the age for that. Another curse of his humor was making everyone including himself hungry. While he was fine with no jam...ice cream was a different story. Maybe he backed himself into a bit of a corner with that off handed compliment...but she was 5 so it was always possible she does end up being better and cant crush a kids dream this early in life. That was what Hogwarts was for! "It's a promise but all you will get is better hat hair than me" So rude to bring up the hair point even if it will wind up being true. Genetics is hard to beat. The beanie is trying its best to help Nigel but it could only do so much. Yep, yep this is what a it sounds like when someone is just banging..jamming on the drums. Nothing to see here. Just being a typical pushover. He was just going to grab the items she wanted while she was in the zone. Dad really was just the best at pep talks and motivational speeches. Truly inspirational. Just don't let your wife hear about these expectations or else she may insist on school transfers! "Still better hair than you," she beamed, clinging to the words she wanted to and dad had even confirmed it! Calliope continued her light taps and occasional slams to the beat of some ancient muggle song dad and his friends had covered at some point or another, but her limbs were only so long and she could only reach so far. The seat was both too high and two low depending on what she wanted to reach and so her jam was clumpy and clunky. The frustration was clearly showing on her face too. "...dad? Can I sit on your lap and you do the feet bits again?" And also maybe show her how to do that one solo again? Guide her through it? Muscle memory, as mama called it, hadn't quite remembered all of it just yet. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like