Big E: The Opposite of the Craig's List Killer
The Yoy house is going through puberty. There have been a lot of changes around this place.
Big E's crib got the see-ya and now he is sleeping in a full bed.
Mr. Yoy and I received a fresh coat of paint in our room courtesy of future Cousin Yoy.
The biggest change of all has been to our family room. It looks like a totally different space. I love it.
These changes have created a need to either back the Goodwill 18-wheeler up to our house, or do some major Craig's List selling.
I have chosen the latter as it is cash in hand, although exponentially more sketchy.
I hate selling things on CL. For the most part, I am alone when I invite these strangers into my home. Visions of the Craig's List killer dance through my mind.
Mostly, I am selling baby stuff, and it is usually a pregnant chick I'm dealing with, but you never know...
Anyway, today I had a woman rush down from Calhoun to buy all of Big E's nursery stuff. Everything. For $50. It was the deal of the century!
When I answered the door, Ms. R stood their with her little baby boy she had just adopted. It was enough to melt your heart.
Big E took to Ms. R immediately.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
WHAT'S YOUR BABY'S NAME?
WHY IS YOUR BABY WEARING A SWIMSUIT? (he wasn't)
I HAVE A BROTHER, HIS NAME IS LITTLE E.
THIS IS A PICTURE OF MY DADDY AT MY UNCLE'S WEDDING. (he went and retrieved this picture)
THIS IS ALL MY STUFF. (my personal favorite)
Ms. R laughed at Big E and asked him how old he was.
I tried to catch her eye and somehow, telepathically, communicate with her not to speak or make eye contact with Big E. Once you did, it was over.
Too late for her!
Big E trailed her back to her car and spouted random facts about the Yoy family and himself.
I know I've said it before, but seriously, don't tell this kid anything you wouldn't want to read on the internet. Because that is where it will end up.
His parting words to Ms. R as she climbed back into her car:
HAVE A NICE TIME WITH YOUR BABY!
Big E may not be the next Craig's List killer, unless you actually CAN kill someone with kindness.
Big E's crib got the see-ya and now he is sleeping in a full bed.
Mr. Yoy and I received a fresh coat of paint in our room courtesy of future Cousin Yoy.
The biggest change of all has been to our family room. It looks like a totally different space. I love it.
These changes have created a need to either back the Goodwill 18-wheeler up to our house, or do some major Craig's List selling.
I have chosen the latter as it is cash in hand, although exponentially more sketchy.
I hate selling things on CL. For the most part, I am alone when I invite these strangers into my home. Visions of the Craig's List killer dance through my mind.
Mostly, I am selling baby stuff, and it is usually a pregnant chick I'm dealing with, but you never know...
Anyway, today I had a woman rush down from Calhoun to buy all of Big E's nursery stuff. Everything. For $50. It was the deal of the century!
When I answered the door, Ms. R stood their with her little baby boy she had just adopted. It was enough to melt your heart.
Big E took to Ms. R immediately.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
WHAT'S YOUR BABY'S NAME?
WHY IS YOUR BABY WEARING A SWIMSUIT? (he wasn't)
I HAVE A BROTHER, HIS NAME IS LITTLE E.
THIS IS A PICTURE OF MY DADDY AT MY UNCLE'S WEDDING. (he went and retrieved this picture)
THIS IS ALL MY STUFF. (my personal favorite)
Ms. R laughed at Big E and asked him how old he was.
I tried to catch her eye and somehow, telepathically, communicate with her not to speak or make eye contact with Big E. Once you did, it was over.
Too late for her!
Big E trailed her back to her car and spouted random facts about the Yoy family and himself.
I know I've said it before, but seriously, don't tell this kid anything you wouldn't want to read on the internet. Because that is where it will end up.
His parting words to Ms. R as she climbed back into her car:
HAVE A NICE TIME WITH YOUR BABY!
Big E may not be the next Craig's List killer, unless you actually CAN kill someone with kindness.
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