[Hacked! Hakuba's mom here]

[clockmaster]

Here is where my son has been losing his time?

I bet that he even gave you his real name....foolish kid.

Comments

[maraich]

You'd have to be an idiot to think my son it slow! He's clearly much more advanced than other children at his age!

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Listen, if I was interested in child I would be paid attention to my own.

[maraich]

Keep your crappy mothering skills to yourself. The rest of us don't need it.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Like I care.

You're the one replying my post.

[maraich]

It's Hakuba's journal. I have more right to it than you do.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I'm his mother.

[maraich]

So?

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I outrange you.

[maraich]

Nope. Being a mother only counts if you do mothering, which you've already admitted you suck at. So I outrank you.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I gave him life, nothing can't outrank that.

[maraich]

Spreading your legs for some guy isn't all that impressive.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Don't compare me to you, darling.

And the result, it's quite impressive.

[maraich]

My son wasn't made in that manner.

Babies aren't experiments. If you didn't do any mothering the result may be "impressive", but it had very little to do with you.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Lucky you.

You was the one who used the adjective impressive on the first place, and you don't really know what I did or I didn't.

[maraich]

It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're a terrible mother.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

I care little about your opinion.

(ooc. he have her reasons too:http://clockmaster.livejournal.com/21348.html?thread=1334372#t1334372 )

[maraich]

Then you don't have to talk to me.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

We are not talking.

[maraich]

You have an odd definition of talking.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

We are writing, but I understand if your limited brain can't see the difference.

[maraich]

It was obvious enough what you were getting at. It's not my fault you can't keep up with colloquial terms.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault you can't caught irony.

[maraich]

Sorry, it was a little to cliche for my tastes. I prefer some originality.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Oh my, you have taste at all?

[maraich]

I deal with people who think they have a lot of wit on a regular basis.