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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 21:12:20 GMT
I laugh, hearing him mutter something to Alex, before closing the door of the bathroom.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 21:14:15 GMT
"And now what do we do?" I say to Alex, absently making my way out of the room, watching as he throws his hand out randomly and catches the door, "Yes, that's a door."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 21:20:39 GMT
After changing I make my way downstairs, stopping at the top of the stairs, watching the two of them.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 21:24:56 GMT
He throws his arm out behind me, catching me lightly on the side of the face in his haste to reach out for the top of their stairs, "Will you stop that?"
I glance behind me, "Hello. I think he wants you now."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 21:36:36 GMT
I laugh slightly,"Having fun?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 21:38:18 GMT
"Yeah," I laugh slightly, "Do you think he has to grab everything?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 21:41:05 GMT
"He's a baby," I laugh, leaning on the rail,"So that's a yes."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 21:43:00 GMT
"I think he's hitting me on purpose now," I tell her, "He's always grabbing for something behind me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 21:48:44 GMT
"Have you not looked around?" I laugh,"We have a lot of junk around he wants to play with,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 21:51:04 GMT
"Still think he's trying to kill me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 21:56:10 GMT
"He is not," I laugh, coming down the stairs.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 21:59:17 GMT
I laugh, "Alright, maybe just wound me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 22:02:23 GMT
"He's a week old." I laugh,"He has no teeth! How can he wound you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 22:04:52 GMT
"Uh..." I hold up one of his hands, "Gouge my eyes out."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 22:06:38 GMT
"With those tiny hands? Don't think so."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 22:08:41 GMT
"He could try it at least. Possibly blind me."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 22:10:30 GMT
"Stop it," I laugh, taking Alex from him,"He wouldn't hurt you."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 22:12:56 GMT
I laugh, handing him to her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 28, 2007 22:17:57 GMT
"Big baby, scared of your own son."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 28, 2007 22:20:23 GMT
"He could be evil in the making for all we know."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 29, 2007 3:14:54 GMT
"He is not," I laugh.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 29, 2007 21:13:52 GMT
"You know this?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 30, 2007 1:08:36 GMT
"I'm his mother, I'd know if he was 'evil in the making' Ian."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 30, 2007 16:33:41 GMT
"Yeah, fine, I'll take your word for it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 30, 2007 17:50:32 GMT
"Look at that face, does he look evil to you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 30, 2007 18:04:59 GMT
"Ah, okay, fine."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 30, 2007 18:08:20 GMT
"See, your son is not evil."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 30, 2007 18:26:50 GMT
"Alright, alright, fine. He's not evil."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 30, 2007 18:38:16 GMT
"Told you,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 30, 2007 18:43:06 GMT
"Yeah, you win."
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