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I never really take the time to turn around and think about it, but this must be a terribly, TERRIBLY high level of dork.
My parents have been introduced to The Plushies, because, well, they're kind of like stuffed animals, right? And yes, I really, really play with stuffed animals. With my parents. It's not so much pretending the animals are real as injokes about Chou the baby harp seal biting and pooping, and---I'm just making excuses, aren't I? I play with stuffed animals. And I get my parents involved. BAD 21-YEAR-OLD. BAD. GO TO COLLEGE AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE.
Mom asks for Ed first, she doesn't know his name but he does have pritty blonde hair in a ponytail, and she did admit once to a certain preference to this sort of thing when she was young. I've learned from mom herself over the years that it's only proper to conduct a very thorough examination of any garments worn by your dollies when you first get them. Which means WE TAKE ALL THEIR CLOTHES OFF YEY!!!! Or at least try to. (We can't with these.) She walks him around, hugs him, says he has a big head like a South Park character, and then we move on to Roy.
Robin: Daddy said he looks like a pilot. [I call my father Daddy and I play with stuffed animals, okay, we've already discussed this, moving on, I find it amusing that my father recognizes that Roy is wearing a military-type uniform, but automatically thinks "pilot." It's probably because that's what HE wants to be.]
Mom: A pirate, huh.
Robin: No, pilot. [Cue me worrying about when my mother learned to confuse r and l, though she likely hasn't at all.]
Mom: Oh, this is a peplum.
Robin: A what? *looks at what she's grabbing* Oh. Really?
Mom: Yeah, I've seen these before...
Robin: It's a buttcape. :D [We are indeed discussing the buttcape.]
Mom: ...you're making that up! >:D
Robin: No, I'm not, people have looked at pictures of it and they can't figure out what it is so they called it a buttcape!
Mom: Well, a peplum is blah blah and it's attached to the shirt like...
Robin: It's attached at the waist, see.
Mom: Oh. Blah blah costumes blah blah. [We discuss more of the finer points of Roy's uniform, such as what that flap on the chest is for. Mom seems to think it has some use, but when I insist that IT IS USELESS I KNOW WORST EPISODE EVER etc. she backs down, dorkass Robin power 1, mom 0.]
Mom: *changing subject* *holds up Roy* This is good...they kind of have a...butt shelf... *has him sit in her hand, they do indeed* They'd be good to put on a bookshelf or something.
Robin: Oh yeah. *thinking* I totally have to put this in my LJ.
Mom is going to lunch with a friend today, so I think if I plan to take hysterical plushie sex pictures undetected, today is the day.
EDIT: Okay, maybe not. I'm going to need help with this, and it ocurred to me that maybe the entire world isn't holding their breath in anticipation for more stupid plushie sex pictures, anyway.
My parents have been introduced to The Plushies, because, well, they're kind of like stuffed animals, right? And yes, I really, really play with stuffed animals. With my parents. It's not so much pretending the animals are real as injokes about Chou the baby harp seal biting and pooping, and---I'm just making excuses, aren't I? I play with stuffed animals. And I get my parents involved. BAD 21-YEAR-OLD. BAD. GO TO COLLEGE AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE.
Mom asks for Ed first, she doesn't know his name but he does have pritty blonde hair in a ponytail, and she did admit once to a certain preference to this sort of thing when she was young. I've learned from mom herself over the years that it's only proper to conduct a very thorough examination of any garments worn by your dollies when you first get them. Which means WE TAKE ALL THEIR CLOTHES OFF YEY!!!! Or at least try to. (We can't with these.) She walks him around, hugs him, says he has a big head like a South Park character, and then we move on to Roy.
Robin: Daddy said he looks like a pilot. [I call my father Daddy and I play with stuffed animals, okay, we've already discussed this, moving on, I find it amusing that my father recognizes that Roy is wearing a military-type uniform, but automatically thinks "pilot." It's probably because that's what HE wants to be.]
Mom: A pirate, huh.
Robin: No, pilot. [Cue me worrying about when my mother learned to confuse r and l, though she likely hasn't at all.]
Mom: Oh, this is a peplum.
Robin: A what? *looks at what she's grabbing* Oh. Really?
Mom: Yeah, I've seen these before...
Robin: It's a buttcape. :D [We are indeed discussing the buttcape.]
Mom: ...you're making that up! >:D
Robin: No, I'm not, people have looked at pictures of it and they can't figure out what it is so they called it a buttcape!
Mom: Well, a peplum is blah blah and it's attached to the shirt like...
Robin: It's attached at the waist, see.
Mom: Oh. Blah blah costumes blah blah. [We discuss more of the finer points of Roy's uniform, such as what that flap on the chest is for. Mom seems to think it has some use, but when I insist that IT IS USELESS I KNOW WORST EPISODE EVER etc. she backs down, dorkass Robin power 1, mom 0.]
Mom: *changing subject* *holds up Roy* This is good...they kind of have a...butt shelf... *has him sit in her hand, they do indeed* They'd be good to put on a bookshelf or something.
Robin: Oh yeah. *thinking* I totally have to put this in my LJ.
Mom is going to lunch with a friend today, so I think if I plan to take hysterical plushie sex pictures undetected, today is the day.
EDIT: Okay, maybe not. I'm going to need help with this, and it ocurred to me that maybe the entire world isn't holding their breath in anticipation for more stupid plushie sex pictures, anyway.
