parenting meme

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The Parenting Meme

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01. You’ve just gotten the news, you’re pregnant. Time to tell your spouse. OR You’ve just gotten the news, you’re approved for adoption! Time to tell your spouse.
02. Oh my God, you’re in labor! OR Oh my God, time to meet your adoption prospect.
03. It’s the first night home with your new baby. Good luck.
04. Now you know why they call it the terrible twos. How are you and your spouse coping?
05. It’s your little one’s first day of school. You and your spouse are seeing them off.
06. Sitting in the stands for your kid’s big sports game. You two cheer as loud as you can!
07. The only thing worse than a two-year-old is a teenager. Time to discuss what's an appropriate punishment.
08. Hopefully you’ve got fresh batteries in your camera for prom pictures. Maybe your spouse remembered.
09. Your kid is off to college. You can’t believe the number of boxes you’ve got to fit in your car and carry to their dorm.
10. You’re older, wiser and probably going to cry at your kid's wedding. At least you two still have each other.

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[anudora]

It had hardly been expected, having a child with him of all people and yet here they were. More than two years later in fact. First words had come and gone, "no" specifically. A word that should have surprised neither of them. The little boy ran out of his room shouting for his daddy and Tyrande let out a sigh.

"Illidan. I believe he wants something...." Of course he did. He always seemed to want something. It seemed as though he never actually stopped.

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Illidan looked up just in time for a small child to launch himself onto his father's lap. There was a moment where Illidan awkwardly looked from the child, to Tyrande, then back again, as though he wasn't sure what to do. And to be honest he really wasn't. For all his efforts, he couldn't help but come off as aloof and awkward around the child. Not out of a lack of affection, just more of a lack of ways to show it. He had little memory of his own parents, and his childhood was spent living up to the expectations that came withhis unique eyes, and taking care of his brother. With Tyrande affection was easier. Do as she says. Be strong enough to protect her and their people. With the child though... well he couldn't take orders from a two year old, and the kid seemed to care more about finger painting and what was for lunch than Illidan's military achievements. neither of which were things he excelled at.

So even two years down the line, he was once again faced with the little beast that managed to shake his massive reserves of self confidence. And for whatever reason the little beast was wet and had a very peculiar smell to him. He child on his knee and was promptly told that he 'needed him to get the thing.' A 'thing' the child was probably pointing at, that he could not see. 'Blind' was apparently still too advanced a concept for the young elf.

"Nevermind that, just what have you gotten yourself into?"

And just as he felt little fingers slip under his blindfold, he felt the wet substance on his face. He tried to pull away enough to keep the blindfold from slipping off, but in the process was getting covered in... something.

Hmmm. Nope. This line of questioning has gone beyond his level of parental qualifications. Needs back up.

"...Tyrande!"
Unbeknownst to Illidan, a little certain someone felt like being like his dad and had found something green so paint all over himself with, and now just needed the blindfold for the final touch.

[anudora]

She had hoped he would handle things himself, but it was too much to wish for. When she heard her name called out she moved swiftly into the room with some degree of concern. At least until she saw the scene in front of her. A brief laugh escaped her lips before she quickly put her stern face and tone back together.

"Illoraen! What have you done?" She exclaimed with a very exasperated tone.

"Daddy! 'm daddy!" he exclaimed in broken explanation for why he'd gotten into things he certainly shouldn't have.

"You're a mess that's what you are. Though I suppose that is not much different than being daddy."

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Illidan scowled and let out an indignant huff, and tried to look properly affronted. Didn't quite come off quite like he hoped. Maybe it was that he was fumbling to keep the blindfold from slipping off, or perhaps it was because he was just getting more and more covered by the mystery gooey substance, or maybe because as affronted as he tried to look, there was still a look of silently imploring her for help.

"I was not a mess before someone came in and started covering me in- what is this even?!"

And there's a chorus of giggles from Illoraen. Apparently daddy's distress was funny.

[anudora]

"I am not certain. Some sort of green....goo it seems. Perhaps smooshed...glow --" Tyrande's attempt at an explanation was cut off by Illoraen's giggles.

"Worms!!!" He started laughing and then clapped his hands, covered in worm gross, onto his father's face.

"Well...I suppose we have our answer then. He made paint from worms. How creative...also like his father I suppose." The amusement in her voice was evident and she tried to put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. "Though I wonder how did you find the bugs...?"

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The moment the boy said 'worms' Illidan's scowled and went rigid in his seat. He was so close, so close, to making a... likely rude comment about his son's choice of paint, but before he could Tyrande made the creative comment. And well, he was very creative. Shouldn't scold the child for taking after his father.

Probably wasn't meant to be a compliment. He's taking it as one anyway.

Little Illoraen giggled some more, at his fathers petrified state, and with little goopy hands still on his father's cheeks, gave his father a big kiss. Illiddan's face darkened from an embarrassed blush.

He was going to need to punch through a wall to feel manly again after this.

Now that his father had been affectionately dealt with, it was time to answer mommy's question, "Uncle Mally has lotsa bugs. So I got th'glowy ones and then... then I squished them."

Illian's face twitched slightly. On second thought, punching his brother would also suffice. Not that Malufrion was probably aware his nephew ran off with pockets full of glow worms, didn't take him off the punching list.

[anudora]

"Uncle Mally should have been paying more attention to what you were doing, little one." She let out a loud sigh and then shook her head. Of course they had come from Malfurion's place.

"What are we going to do with the both of you now?" Now they both needed to get cleaned but none more so than their little one here. "Perhaps we should find Uncle Mally and make him handle this clean up."

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"Tch. Probably fell asleep." Illidan, made a noise of contempt, while he and his brother were not on poor terms exactly, Illidan had a habit of getting very defensive when he felt his brother would outdo him in... anything. Thus things wound up being a one-sided competition that Malfurion was either refuse to acknowledge as to not start a disagreement (or to antagonize his brother further, it was hard to tell sometimes), or he was actually oblivious to it. It was hard to tell sometimes.

Thus, at Tyrande's mention of his brother, Illidan stood with Illoraen in his arms, completely ignoring how much of the gross he was now getting on him.

"I am Illoraen's father, it is my duty not his. I shall do it."

How good of an idea it was to let the blind man try and clean up a messy child was up for debate, but getting him to volunteer at work he would usually shirk at was well played on Tyrande's part.