Papa don't preach

[sneaks]

The Parenting Meme

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01. You’ve just gotten the news, you’re pregnant. Time to tell your spouse. OR You’ve just gotten the news, you’re approved for adoption! Time to tell your spouse.
02. Oh my God, you’re in labor! OR Oh my God, time to meet your adoption prospect.
03. It’s the first night home with your new baby. Good luck.
04. Now you know why they call it the terrible twos. How are you and your spouse coping?
05. It’s your little one’s first day of school. You and your spouse are seeing them off.
06. Sitting in the stands for your kid’s big sports game. You two cheer as loud as you can!
07. The only thing worse than a two-year-old is a teenager. Time to discuss what's an appropriate punishment.
08. Hopefully you’ve got fresh batteries in your camera for prom pictures. Maybe your spouse remembered.
09. Your kid is off to college. You can’t believe the number of boxes you’ve got to fit in your car and carry to their dorm.
10. You’re older, wiser and probably going to cry at your kid's wedding. At least you two still have each other.

Comments

[whatyoulike]

Really?

[She seems surprised.]

[pulling_rank]

Yes. Didn't really have time or anything. What with --just family stuff. That and Harry and I could never agree on what pet we'd like. She ended up getting a bird or something. The noise was terrible, and she didn't even end up looking after it.

[Gladstone eats a bit more and sets off to explore the flat, John watching him with the corners of his lips turned up in a slight smile.]

Always wanted one though.

[whatyoulike]

[She makes a sympathetic noise at the mention of Harry's bird. At least she can see the appeal of dogs, even if she has no desire to care for one herself.

Her gaze follows Gladstone automatically to make sure he's behaving himself.]

We had fish. Tropical, in one of those huge tanks. They were more...scenery than pets though. I'm not sure I so much as fed them once.

[pulling_rank]

[Gladstone is happily waddling through the kitchen, sniffing at everything, and he eventually makes his way over to Irene, sniffing at her feet.]

Nothing against fish, just prefer hands-on with animals, I suppose.

[whatyoulike]

They weren't my choice.

[Those are extremely expensive shoes he's sniffing. She hesitates and then reaches down to let him have a sniff at her fingers as well.]

[pulling_rank]

Parents?

[He asks, smiling as Irene allows him to sniff her fingers. Gladstone's response is to lick her fingers in greeting after he does. John comes over, leans down to scoop the pup up into his arms, and holds him at eye level for Irene.]

Irene, Gladstone. Gladstone, Irene. Just to get the formalities out of the way.

[He really does enjoy having the pup around.]

[whatyoulike]

Yes. My father.

[That's about all he's getting on that. She leans in as well, though just out of the range of face-slurps, and gazes steadily at the dog.]

Hello, Gladstone. You're going to be an extremely well-behaved pup, aren't you?

this---isn't late at all. >.>

[pulling_rank]

[Oh, but he's trying to wriggle in John's very secure grasp to offer kisses to Irene. When that doesn't succeed, he gives a rather loud yip.]

I think that's his agreeing with you.