George W. Bush!

This is a recap of the voice post I did last night.

Teri, Sebastian and I were having a quick dinner at Chelo's last night; that is, it was supposed to be quick, because I had to get to my D&D game. Unfortunately service was unusually slow. But that's not why I'm posting.

Sebastian was feeling his oats.

"Daddy, are there bullets that can follow you around a corner?"

"No, bunny boy. They just go straight."

Teri: "But there are missiles that can follow you!"

"Yes, but they're heat-seaking missiles. They target jets and things, not people...but there are those little robot airplanes that can follow a person and shoot a missile at him..."

"Do they die then, Daddy?"

"...yes, usually. Along with anyone else near them, I guess."

[worried look] "Are they still making those?"

"More and more of them, I'm afraid."

"Why?"

"To use them on people. But they use them far away, Sebastian. Don't be scared."

"Is it the soldiers who want to build more?"

"Not really the soldiers, no. It's more the people who give orders to the soldiers...[realizing there's no way around it]...well, George W. Bush."

Suddenly I noticed that Bush was on a nearby TV that was tuned to the news. Sebastian saw him too. Pointing his finger like a gun at the screen, he shouted "George W. Bush! BEW BEW BEW BEW BEW!"

'BEW' is the closest I can come to representing the kid-bullet-noise that he was making. Teri and I were mortified, of course; everyone in the room heard him, I'd imagine. So we shushed him as quickly as we could.

"We don't shoot people, Sebastian. Never."

He seemed a bit disappointed by that (and I say it to him often, whenever it seems appropriate), but quieted down.

George W. Bush!

This is a recap of the voice post I did last night.

Teri, Sebastian and I were having a quick dinner at Chelo's last night; that is, it was supposed to be quick, because I had to get to my D&D game. Unfortunately service was unusually slow. But that's not why I'm posting.

Sebastian was feeling his oats.

"Daddy, are there bullets that can follow you around a corner?"

"No, bunny boy. They just go straight."

Teri: "But there are missiles that can follow you!"

"Yes, but they're heat-seaking missiles. They target jets and things, not people...but there are those little robot airplanes that can follow a person and shoot a missile at him..."

"Do they die then, Daddy?"

"...yes, usually. Along with anyone else near them, I guess."

[worried look] "Are they still making those?"

"More and more of them, I'm afraid."

"Why?"

"To use them on people. But they use them far away, Sebastian. Don't be scared."

"Is it the soldiers who want to build more?"

"Not really the soldiers, no. It's more the people who give orders to the soldiers...[realizing there's no way around it]...well, George W. Bush."

Suddenly I noticed that Bush was on a nearby TV that was tuned to the news. Sebastian saw him too. Pointing his finger like a gun at the screen, he shouted "George W. Bush! BEW BEW BEW BEW BEW!"

'BEW' is the closest I can come to representing the kid-bullet-noise that he was making. Teri and I were mortified, of course; everyone in the room heard him, I'd imagine. So we shushed him as quickly as we could.

"We don't shoot people, Sebastian. Never."

He seemed a bit disappointed by that (and I say it to him often, whenever it seems appropriate), but quieted down.