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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[mathemagier]

Teaching her bad habits already.

[Hermann snaps a pic of Liebling on his lap and sends it]

She's denying everything at the moment.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Already? She's been with us longer than we've been dating!

Anyway, of course she's denying. She gets THAT from me too.

And we are both connoisseurs of Hermann Gottlieb Lap-space®.

She gets the good stuff from my side. All her bad habits are courtesy of you.

[mathemagier]

You're the one that spoils her and caves into her every whim. If there's anyone to blame for her misbehavior it's certainly you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Children deserve to be a little spoiled, Hermann. She's a good girl.

[mathemagier]

I'm sure we have wildly varying opinions on what constitutes 'a little'. But she is a good girl, although it seems she's neglected to get you anything.

[driftsintobuffetline]

She doesn't have to get me anything.

But if she insists, she can go the stereotypical route and buy me a tie. Or a mug.

[mathemagier]

Perhaps I'll pull up my laptop and see what she thinks. I won't assume any responsibility for anything that may result.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Of course you won't. Tsk tsk not assuming responsibility, Dr. Gottlieb? You're terrible.

I'll be sure to buy her treats in thanks if she gets me something.

[mathemagier]

Even if her taste is particularly awful?

[driftsintobuffetline]

she could make me macaroni art and I'd love it.

Besides, you've told me my taste is awful...so what's the problem?

[mathemagier]

True. She could get you the worst mug to grace the face of the earth and you'd think it was wonderful.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I think SHE'S wonderful. So yeah, tell her to do her worst.

[mathemagier]

Really I think Mother's Day may have been more appropriate.

[driftsintobuffetline]

You may mean that as an insult, asshole, but I'm secure enough in my masculinity that I am totally cool with being the mom.