Just a little weeb-bot, as a treat!

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Just a little weeb-bot, as a treat!
On a personal note. . .
For Christmas every year Weebbot and I try our hands at pancake art. Honestly, we both suck at it, but we keep trying every year. . . so we get extra points for that, right?
Weebbot made this little gem. He's supposed to be from Hunter X Hunter, which neither Sonbot nor I have watched, but based on the t-shirt she's always wearing, he looks nothing like this.
So KUDOS to Weebbot, and I told you I would share it :D
See y'all next week.
You are so method!
I adore this line. . . I have a method six year old. I'm totally going to start calling her this instead of dramatic.
Seriously, she's the most dramatic child I've ever seen. Sometimes she goes days within the same character. And she will stay in that character even if she's being reprimanded for something. Currently, she's the assistant teacher in a classroom (with a bunch of dolls as students). For 3 days now, she has gone through all the core classes plus recess and an art or pe class with them. She's spends hours doing this everyday.
Last week, she was a mom, and when her dad told her to put up her doll (her daughter) she started crying, trying to explain to him that she wasn't a doll, she was a real little girl and you can't put up a real little girl.
The boys used to slide into these random conversations where they were playing characters from tv shows or whatever without any notice. It was confusing and funny. But they wouldn't last very long.
WeebBot on the other hand, couldn't slip out of reality at all. As a matter of fact, if we would be playing pretend, she would occasionally stop to remind me that I was really her mom and she was really herself - like she was literally scared that I was believing it too much. . .