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themeletorok, yeah, it's a fandom.
I mean, the boys have taken up residence in my brain, so that I can't write a freaking chronological background without hearing about how Don used to make 2-year-old Charlie do his math homework (a la dragging him around the back yard by his ankles until he caved and promised, if-anything's-crossed-it-doesn't-count-(as-crossed), to finish Don's worksheets and not tell anyone), and how if Don tried to fake sick Charlie would figure the statistical probability of it and threaten to tell their parents unless Don agreed to let him hang out and watch TV with him (because Charlie didn't really do regular schooling until he started high school at age 9; they tried enrolling him in kindergarten and that worked for about 2 weeks), and how that one time, the two boys tried to make ice cream based on Charlie's temperature calculations and ended up with a sticky, sugary, milky mess all over the kitchen, and salt and ice everywhere... and it was totally Don's fault for putting ice down Charlie's back...
wtf.
THIS IS NUTS. IT'S INSANE. I kinda love it. *g*
oh, and by the way, MY younger-sib-prodigy's ART SHOW OPENS TODAY -- her piece is really ridiculously awesome and FUN and I wish I could be there. D:
I mean, the boys have taken up residence in my brain, so that I can't write a freaking chronological background without hearing about how Don used to make 2-year-old Charlie do his math homework (a la dragging him around the back yard by his ankles until he caved and promised, if-anything's-crossed-it-doesn't-count-(as-crossed), to finish Don's worksheets and not tell anyone), and how if Don tried to fake sick Charlie would figure the statistical probability of it and threaten to tell their parents unless Don agreed to let him hang out and watch TV with him (because Charlie didn't really do regular schooling until he started high school at age 9; they tried enrolling him in kindergarten and that worked for about 2 weeks), and how that one time, the two boys tried to make ice cream based on Charlie's temperature calculations and ended up with a sticky, sugary, milky mess all over the kitchen, and salt and ice everywhere... and it was totally Don's fault for putting ice down Charlie's back...
wtf.
THIS IS NUTS. IT'S INSANE. I kinda love it. *g*
oh, and by the way, MY younger-sib-prodigy's ART SHOW OPENS TODAY -- her piece is really ridiculously awesome and FUN and I wish I could be there. D:
