Having a toddler is like:
Me: I’m going to do the laundry by myself
Toddler: of course you are and I’m going with you

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Having a toddler is like:
Me: I’m going to do the laundry by myself
Toddler: of course you are and I’m going with you
He snorted trotting along the edges of his herd. Most the group was grazing or napping for the high sun time. Ears flicking back and forth he tossed his head conte t they would be fine. He had an elf to deal with. Legs launching into a full run his nostrils flared as crisp air filled his lungs.
His elf's moving cave was near. Easing to a trot he grumbled as he eased hinself back. He wanted to run more! Not now. Nodding his head he snorted again chest heaving with the burst of speed. Eyes wide he pinned his ears as he saw his elf sitting again on the fallen tree.
He would not let this continue. Walking over he was not happy to be ignored. He knew well his elf was not feeling good. Feeling. What did elf call. Sad? Shaking his head he groaned softly. Elf names foor things were to many.
Reaching his head forward he nudges his elf. Only a small pat answered him. No elf. No sad. Nudging again he gave a push.
"No Roch. Not now my friend."
No.
He stomped a hoof pawing the ground. He would not be told no!
Reachin his neck forward again he nipped the fleshy underside of his elf's arm. Punning his ears he stood firm as his elf yelped and turned in surprise. He whinnied high standing firm.
No sad elf. Come ride! Eyes watched refusing to back down as his Nolo's expression changed from annoyed shock to resigned amusement. Snorting he stamped his feet one ear turning toward his elf. That is right Nolo. Come. No sad not in my presence.
He puffed out a sigh of warm air as the elf'd hand rubbed his nose.
Gilbert: it must of hurt when you fell from heaven ;)
Anne: no, I’m sorry I climbed my way up from hell
Gilbert:
Gilbert: oh so THAT’S why you’re so hot
Varg: *attacks Parfait* Hehe :)
Parfait: *cast a spell that breaks Varg's cane*
Varg: Fortunately it wasn't my only weapon hehe :) *attacks her with a dagger*
Parfait: *cast a spell that breaks his dagger*
Varg: oh! But I have another one hehe :) *attacks with another dagger*
Parfait: *same thing again*
Varg: Well you see I-
Parfait: *just casts a spell on him*
Parfait:
Parfait: finally
This guy seriously offered to wire me a ton of money, I’m baffled.
My brother wont stop typing like Gamzee