Mar 7, 2019
Leopold fears the ever-watching eye of a judgemental god.
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Leopold fears the ever-watching eye of a judgemental god.
Opal enjoying the clockwork tower. She likes to shop, and can only stop if it’s on the hour and also a very loud noise happens. But, in the middle of a big sale, she still won’t hear the loud sound and stop shopping. She’ll just keep it up, forever, until she’s actually finished.
Teddy enjoying the giant clock tower. He wants to use it as a stopwatch, not understanding how stopwatches actually work.
I may have posted about a jock playing with the clockwork tower once before. I am not a clever man and don’t know. I also don’t want to check!
Wendy enjoying the clockwork tower. Perhaps there is a party inside of it. Perhaps there are simply lots of cogs and wheels! I say, why can’t it be both? Let’s have a cog and wheel party!
Boone enjoying the clockwork tower. He’s excited because he can now look at the clock from far away when he starts to run and then look at it again when he is finished.
It sounds a little silly, I guess, but I do the same thing on a smaller scale in my own house. I mean, I don’t run laps, but it’s pretty handy to be able to see something with a second hand hanging on the wall or on a shelf when you’re exercising. Oh, wait, this clock doesn’t have a second hand? Never mind, then, I guess.
Tex talking about the big ol’ clock. There was a line of dialogue before this, but I missed it! Hope it wasn’t important, right? Just forget about it. What’s important is that the clock saw Tex fall down earlier.
When I was really young, visiting a fair with my parents and older sister, I tripped on a tent stake and tore up the skin on my knees and the palms of my hands pretty badly. My dad spent several minutes patching me up, then I immediately tripped over the same stake again. In my defense, it was very late at night and totally dark outside. So I literally could not see the stake either time.
Nonetheless, my dad got really angry about it both times and I felt absolutely horrible about myself. I’m pretty sure, in hindsight, he wasn’t angry at me specifically, but I was too young to really get it.
The point is, hey, don’t get super angry around a kid! They’re gonna assume you’re angry at them!