EIGHT ⌘ Yotsuba and Rainy Days [Video|Action]

[rollypolyclover]

When someone is sad you can say you're sorry to them because no one wants to see someone who's sad.

[This is one of the big lessons Yotsuba has learnt this week, sort of. A lot of people have been going home, a lot of her friends have been upset and have told her sorry time and time again even though they haven't done anything wrong. When you smash a window or break something, sure, you can say you're sorry then. It turns out you can say sorry for lots of other reasons too.]

Yotsuba is sorry! Everyone stop being sad, I said sorry. Sorry! Sorryyy!!

[Were it not for a gust of wind picking up and blowing against her window she would have kept repeating herself until she was told to stop or, miracle of miracles, everyone suddenly decided to be happy. Luckily Yotsuba is easily distracted by the bad weather.]



Whoah, awesome! The wind and rain is awesome!! There's rain on the window right now! Isn't that right Mister Cicada!?

[She turns to talk to the plush toy of a cicada in her room. In her mind he's quite the conversationalist and seems to agree, yes, the wind and rain are pretty awesome. Yotsuba nods in response.]

Exactly!! It's awesome! There are going to be lots of puddles to splash in, but we have to wear galoshes. Then we'll be invincible!!

[Wait, what was she talking about again? It was kind of important wasn't it? Uhhh... Damn, it's gone. The thought has passed.]

Sorry, Yotsuba forgot. Leave a message and Yotsuba will get back when Yotsuba remembers, beep!

[With her little message done she's heading outside into the rain wearing her coat and boots to splash around and have fun. If you're out braving the bad weather today you might be able to see Yotsuba running around with her arms up getting completely soaked, not that she seems to mind in the slightest.]

Comments

[abidinglaw]

Perhaps you might draw one for me. I truly have no notion of what they might look like.

[Anything to stop her yelling.]

[rollypolyclover]

You don't know?! [WHAT.] Get with the program, honestly! Honestly... Uhm. [One moment, she needs to check what his name is again.] Honestly Ad-mir-al James! Gosh!!

[But okay, drawing! She can do this! Today she feels like using yellow. Maybe some red too? Oh yeah, the red can be sprinkles! Genius.



Now there's a picture that belongs in the art gallery.]

[abidinglaw]

It is Admiral Norrington, thank you.

[There is a pause before he adds,]

I presume that those...

[ugly red scribbles? angry crimson blemishes?]

...are cherries?

[He hopes so, but after asking the question he realizes he should not have made such a specific guess. The more vague he had been, the less wrong he could be accused of being. Oh well. He would use that lesson of discretion for his questions concerning the stickly yellow bric-a-brack.]

[rollypolyclover]

[Yotsuba looks at the drawing very seriously. Are they cherries? No. But they're red like cherries.]

Yotsuba likes cherries, the stones taste bad. [Uhp. She's talking again.] Not cherries, sprinkles. They taste yummy and they go on ice cream.

[They're also not all red, or circle shaped. But you know what? If she wants her sprinkles to be red and circular then they can be just that.]

[abidinglaw]

I am afraid that you have mired me once again in the bog of my own inexperience.

[Funny that a child should be capable of such a thing.]

To my mind, sprinkling is an action that one takes in the application of fine powders -- salt, cinnamon or barley. To use the noun is to invite mis-communication. The verb would suit you better. Perhaps you would benefit from learning the distinction.

I may teach you if you wish.

[And doesn't he make grammar sound FUN Yotsuba?]