Sunday, July 4, 2010

Helpers

My toddlers love to help.  Whether it's in the garden or when I'm online playing, they are eager to jump right in and assist me in any way they can.  Of course, their version of help and mine seem to be differing in definition, which is where the problem seems to lie.

In the garden they love to pick the tomatoes.  Unfortunately the tomatoes they pick are tiny, green and no where near ripe.  The also enjoy pruning.  Unfortunately their idea of pruning is to randomly rip leaves off various plants.  My daughter just discovered the beans so I'm sure she will be "harvesting" them soon as well.  My son has a special nickname when we garden... DestructoBoy.  His favorite thing at the moment is to whack the corn stalks.  When the corn was smaller he liked to throw his toy lawn mower in with them.  Luckily the stalks he broke were only 5-6 inches tall at the time so they were easily cut and allowed to regrow.



When I get in game they like to help me in so many ways.  I've lost count of the number of ways they have killed me....  Running my characters off my cliffs then I can count.  Dismounting from my flying mount while so high the ground can't be seen.  Running into the opposing factions towns.  Having a low level character of mine attack a max level pvp flagged player.  Running me into a huge group of mobs or elites.  There is nothing like getting up to make them chocolate milk because they ask so sweetly for it and when I sit back down I find my toon laying on the ground with the "hey you died click this to release to the graveyard" button on my screen.

But, for all the annoyance, they are the cutest little helpers anyone could ask for.

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