Walky: “But… neither of you have any braids in your hair right now.”
Becky: (thinking quickly) “Well, not the hair on our HEADS, obviously…”
Walky: “………. whoa.” (leaves, eyes wide.)
Joyce: “Dammit Becky!”
Becky: “What? It’s no like he’s gonna make us show him our armpits or whatever.”
Joyce: “Becky… I shave my armpits… and the other place is somewhere HE can expect to see later tonight.”
Becky: “….I might have forgotten about that.”
Joyce: “Ya THINK? Now you have to help me figure out to braid hair that’s only 1.5 inches long!”
Becky: “…because that’s much less embarrassing than admitting we were just having a burping contest, right…”
(Later that night, Joyce would discover she needn’t have worried; Walky had not really thought to check for braiding any of her “below the neck” hair… because as soon as Becky’d put the idea into his head, he’d spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to braid his OWN “below the neck” hair… not his armpits neither!)
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Knitting each other’s braids
Braiding each other’s knits
You’re not fooling Walky, girls.
Walky Walkerton?
Isn’t his name David?
Only his mother (and sometimes Dorothy) calls him that.
He doesn’t even call himself that, AFAIK.
Walky: “But… neither of you have any braids in your hair right now.”
Becky: (thinking quickly) “Well, not the hair on our HEADS, obviously…”
Walky: “………. whoa.” (leaves, eyes wide.)
Joyce: “Dammit Becky!”
Becky: “What? It’s no like he’s gonna make us show him our armpits or whatever.”
Joyce: “Becky… I shave my armpits… and the other place is somewhere HE can expect to see later tonight.”
Becky: “….I might have forgotten about that.”
Joyce: “Ya THINK? Now you have to help me figure out to braid hair that’s only 1.5 inches long!”
Becky: “…because that’s much less embarrassing than admitting we were just having a burping contest, right…”
(Later that night, Joyce would discover she needn’t have worried; Walky had not really thought to check for braiding any of her “below the neck” hair… because as soon as Becky’d put the idea into his head, he’d spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to braid his OWN “below the neck” hair… not his armpits neither!)
Again, I am not shocked to discover I married a Joyce.
They don’t want to invite Walky to their burping contest because he’ll most likely win everytime.
It’s just not fair
I’m reminded of this scene from the Legend of Korra.
Becky and Joyce as as much little boys as Walky. Who would have thought it?
Er… everyone?
Originally Posted: June 16th, 2007