Thanfiction, Beware!!
Thursday, January 29th, 2009 10:55 pmI had a rather... interesting... experience with the Impertinent Daughter this evening. And it's all because of ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thanfiction.
Now, I need to set this up first. The Impertinent One is twelve, and will be thirteen in a few months.
*pauses for moment of horror and stunned realization otherwise known as an "Extreme Mom Moment"*
Okay, better now. Anyhow, as most of you know, she's as cute as a button, too. And... she gets noticed. There's a waiter at our local Chinese restaurant who becomes incredibly clumsy when we come in for meals. He drops things, falls over tables, chairs, patrons, molecules... has come to our table to ask if we need refills on tea, soft drinks when he's not our waiter for the night, loses his train of thought while talking to us... all because of Miss Priss.
And he's not the only young man to be afflicted like this. Thing is... she's oblivious to it.
This isn't to say she doesn't notice it when boys "act all weird or goofy" around her (those are her words), but she has no real idea why. And mostly, at this point, she thinks of boys as good friends, buddies, partners in crime, etc. Though... she's got a vague idea that there may be something more to it, but for now... she's cool with thinking they've got major coordination problems, and she just happens to be present when it happens.
She's rather puzzled by it, actually.
So, we're sitting here, and she's brought me more of yet another manga she's working on, I'm reading it, and she's driving me nuts telling me about it while I'm trying to read the friggin' thing, and she finally says, "Anything interesting on LJ?" Because from time to time, I will show her posts that I think she'll find interesting or funny. And for some odd reason, I thought ofthanfiction's recent voice post. She's fascinated with voice posts and from time to time, I let her listen and guess where the person who made it is from.
I click on Than's post and go back to reading her new pages, and frown, because... it's quiet, except for Than's voice. I peek at her from the corner of my eye and she's sitting there, entranced, mouth slightly open.
"Er... Miss Priss?" I said, and she jumped like I'd just goosed her or something.
"Wow," she said, blinking at me. "You know what, Mom? I could listen to him talk all day long. I have no idea what he's saying but... I just love his voice. It's like listening to you when you get all testy and short, but...better, and... and..." she started going all dreamy-eyed.
Uh-oh, I thought, this is... different.
"What does he look like?"
"Er..."
"Are there any pictures of him?"
I blinked again, and obligingly went to his photos of his Halloween costume, where he went as Bill Weasley (and was awesomely wicked cool). She looked and nodded and said, "That is so cool. I like his scars. He didn't paint them on," and then, "Hey, wait, is this the guy that did that tutorial on drawing a portrait with crayons?"
"Ye-e-es," I said slowly.
"So he's into Harry Potter, he makes his own costumes and scars and he can draw?"
"Yes."
She nodded and beamed at me, then at his pictures. "Sweet. If he plays soccer, too..."
"I don't know," I said, and started hoping fervently that this wasn't going to be her "let's give Mom heart failure and develop a huge crush NOW" break-out moment.
Miss Priss grinned at me. "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not going to get all weird on you. I just... really like his voice. It seems familiar for some reason, makes me think of you, and Grandma, and it's kind of freaky. But I'm not all... you know. I just... like his voice."
And she sort of drifted out of the room after that.
I'm sure the migraine is exaggerating this, and when the ibuprofen kicks in, I will laugh merrily at it all.
Right?
Um... guys?
*whimper*
thanfiction.Now, I need to set this up first. The Impertinent One is twelve, and will be thirteen in a few months.
*pauses for moment of horror and stunned realization otherwise known as an "Extreme Mom Moment"*
Okay, better now. Anyhow, as most of you know, she's as cute as a button, too. And... she gets noticed. There's a waiter at our local Chinese restaurant who becomes incredibly clumsy when we come in for meals. He drops things, falls over tables, chairs, patrons, molecules... has come to our table to ask if we need refills on tea, soft drinks when he's not our waiter for the night, loses his train of thought while talking to us... all because of Miss Priss.
And he's not the only young man to be afflicted like this. Thing is... she's oblivious to it.
This isn't to say she doesn't notice it when boys "act all weird or goofy" around her (those are her words), but she has no real idea why. And mostly, at this point, she thinks of boys as good friends, buddies, partners in crime, etc. Though... she's got a vague idea that there may be something more to it, but for now... she's cool with thinking they've got major coordination problems, and she just happens to be present when it happens.
She's rather puzzled by it, actually.
So, we're sitting here, and she's brought me more of yet another manga she's working on, I'm reading it, and she's driving me nuts telling me about it while I'm trying to read the friggin' thing, and she finally says, "Anything interesting on LJ?" Because from time to time, I will show her posts that I think she'll find interesting or funny. And for some odd reason, I thought of
thanfiction's recent voice post. She's fascinated with voice posts and from time to time, I let her listen and guess where the person who made it is from.I click on Than's post and go back to reading her new pages, and frown, because... it's quiet, except for Than's voice. I peek at her from the corner of my eye and she's sitting there, entranced, mouth slightly open.
"Er... Miss Priss?" I said, and she jumped like I'd just goosed her or something.
"Wow," she said, blinking at me. "You know what, Mom? I could listen to him talk all day long. I have no idea what he's saying but... I just love his voice. It's like listening to you when you get all testy and short, but...better, and... and..." she started going all dreamy-eyed.
Uh-oh, I thought, this is... different.
"What does he look like?"
"Er..."
"Are there any pictures of him?"
I blinked again, and obligingly went to his photos of his Halloween costume, where he went as Bill Weasley (and was awesomely wicked cool). She looked and nodded and said, "That is so cool. I like his scars. He didn't paint them on," and then, "Hey, wait, is this the guy that did that tutorial on drawing a portrait with crayons?"
"Ye-e-es," I said slowly.
"So he's into Harry Potter, he makes his own costumes and scars and he can draw?"
"Yes."
She nodded and beamed at me, then at his pictures. "Sweet. If he plays soccer, too..."
"I don't know," I said, and started hoping fervently that this wasn't going to be her "let's give Mom heart failure and develop a huge crush NOW" break-out moment.
Miss Priss grinned at me. "Don't worry, Mom, I'm not going to get all weird on you. I just... really like his voice. It seems familiar for some reason, makes me think of you, and Grandma, and it's kind of freaky. But I'm not all... you know. I just... like his voice."
And she sort of drifted out of the room after that.
I'm sure the migraine is exaggerating this, and when the ibuprofen kicks in, I will laugh merrily at it all.
Right?
Um... guys?
*whimper*
