Color me marshmallow.
The Girl quivered her lip at me on the way home and I totally caved and got Sonic in return for promises of doing her homework without whining.
*sigh* She whined. Enough to make my scalp tighten up like a salted slug. It took her 3 hours (3 HOURS…H O U R S!!!) to complete 3 relatively easy pages of homework. The first 2 and a half were on the first page alone. She wandered off, she stared at her pencil, and oh yeah – she *whined*.
The Grandmother’s Curse is taking effect. I wonder what sort of rituals and/or sacrifices to tentacled beings would appease it? I just had this mental image me bowing before a a huge Cthullhu-like creature, with boxes of cherry cordials in my hands whilst it whined in a nasty, NY accent “And I hope she turns out Just. Like. YOU!”