I liked the Kindle Clipping feature which doesn't seem to exist on my latest iteration. Author's write things that create responses on all kinds of levels and I copy them out for future reading. This one, for instance, makes me smile:
Don’t Poke the Baby:
She crawled out of bed, showered and dressed, went downstairs. Her parents were heading out that afternoon, but when she walked into the living room, her father was leaning over the basket, prodding Alice with his finger. “Hello, small person,” he said. “Desmond,” her mum said from the couch, “don’t poke the baby.” Her dad stopped, looked guilty, then leaned closer. “You may have won this round,” he whispered, “but I will have my—” “And don’t threaten the baby, either.” “I wasn’t,” he said, straightening up immediately. “Just leave her alone. You’re annoying her.” “I’m not annoying her. She doesn’t even know enough to be annoyed. She’s, what, a week old?” “She’s three months.” “She’s three months in our years, but how old is she in baby years?” “Come away from her. Steph, could you pick her up? It’s time for her feed.” Valkyrie went to the baby while her dad frowned. “Why didn’t you ask me to pick her up? I was standing right there. Don’t you trust me? That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t trust me.” “I do trust you,” her mum said. “I just don’t trust you a lot. Stephanie has safe hands.” “You want to see safe hands?” her dad asked. He went to the fruit bowl on the side table, took two apples and proceeded to juggle them. “See? Safe as anything.” Her mum frowned at him. “Are you proposing you juggle our new-born child?” “Of course not,” he said. “I’d only be able to juggle her if you’d had twins. Otherwise it’s just throwing.” “Steph,” her mum said, “give me my baby and never let your father near her.” “Deal,” Valkyrie said, handing her sister over. Her dad put the apples back in the bowl. “Everyone seems to forget that I’m not a complete novice at this. Don’t I already have one beautiful daughter, and she turned out OK, didn’t she? I didn’t drop her once.” “You dropped her when we were at the zoo,” Valkyrie’s mum said. Valkyrie spun her head to him. “You dropped me?” “Ah,” he said, “I’d forgotten about that. In my defence, though, you were a very wriggly child. One moment you were there, the next you were, you know, on the ground in the penguin enclosure.” She blinked. “You dropped me in the penguin enclosure?” “I was leaning over the railing and you just plopped out of my grip. You weren’t hurt, or anything. And even if you had been, I’m sure the penguins would have taken you in, raised you as one of their own. It would have been a different life for you, but still a good one.” “I can’t believe you dropped me.” “Neither could the people around us. Some crazy woman stormed up and roared at me for five minutes about how I shouldn’t be putting my child in danger.” “That was me,” Valkyrie’s mum muttered. “Now it makes sense,” Valkyrie said, collapsing on to the couch. “My fear of zoos. My fear of penguins. My fear of being dropped in a zoo with the penguins. It’s all Dad’s fault.” “Most things are,” he admitted sadly, and wandered over to his wife. “But I won’t make the same mistakes again, I promise. From this moment on, I will be the best father the world has ever seen. Wifey, may I please hold my child?” “I’m feeding her.” “Give me the child and the bottle. I’ll feed her.” Valkyrie’s mum looked at him suspiciously. “When you hold a baby, what is the most important thing to remember?” “Not to drop it,” he said proudly. “Well, yes, well done, dear, but I was thinking more about how you hold the baby.” “Ah,” he said, “of course. The secret to holding a baby is to pick it up by the scruff of the neck.” “You’re thinking of kittens.” “Pick it up by its ears, then.” “You’re thinking of nothing.” “Can I please just hold her?” “I don’t think that’s wise.” “A lot of things aren’t wise, Melissa. Is crossing the road with your eyes closed wise? No, but I do it anyway.” His wife nodded. “Stephanie, you’re in charge of teaching Alice how to cross the road.” “Gotcha.” Her dad held his hands out, and finally her mum sighed. “Be careful,” she warned. “Trust me,” he said. She handed the baby over. Valkyrie’s dad held Alice out straight, looked at her and smiled. “Aren’t you so cute?” he asked. “Aren’t you? Aren’t you the cutest?” He brought her in close, held her against his face and staggered around the room. “Help me!” he cried. “A facehugger has me!” Valkyrie and her mother observed him as he lifted her off, chuckling. “You know,” he said, “from Alien. The facehugger.” He held the baby against his face again. “Help me, Sigourney Weaver! Help me!” Alice, for her part, seemed bemused by the whole thing. They left half an hour later, when Alice was in her basket and sleeping.
[Derek Landy: Death Bringer, Highlight on Page 330 | Loc. 4417-64 | Added on Thursday, May 09, 2013, 10:32 AM]
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Don’t Poke the Baby:
She crawled out of bed, showered and dressed, went downstairs. Her parents were heading out that afternoon, but when she walked into the living room, her father was leaning over the basket, prodding Alice with his finger. “Hello, small person,” he said. “Desmond,” her mum said from the couch, “don’t poke the baby.” Her dad stopped, looked guilty, then leaned closer. “You may have won this round,” he whispered, “but I will have my—” “And don’t threaten the baby, either.” “I wasn’t,” he said, straightening up immediately. “Just leave her alone. You’re annoying her.” “I’m not annoying her. She doesn’t even know enough to be annoyed. She’s, what, a week old?” “She’s three months.” “She’s three months in our years, but how old is she in baby years?” “Come away from her. Steph, could you pick her up? It’s time for her feed.” Valkyrie went to the baby while her dad frowned. “Why didn’t you ask me to pick her up? I was standing right there. Don’t you trust me? That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t trust me.” “I do trust you,” her mum said. “I just don’t trust you a lot. Stephanie has safe hands.” “You want to see safe hands?” her dad asked. He went to the fruit bowl on the side table, took two apples and proceeded to juggle them. “See? Safe as anything.” Her mum frowned at him. “Are you proposing you juggle our new-born child?” “Of course not,” he said. “I’d only be able to juggle her if you’d had twins. Otherwise it’s just throwing.” “Steph,” her mum said, “give me my baby and never let your father near her.” “Deal,” Valkyrie said, handing her sister over. Her dad put the apples back in the bowl. “Everyone seems to forget that I’m not a complete novice at this. Don’t I already have one beautiful daughter, and she turned out OK, didn’t she? I didn’t drop her once.” “You dropped her when we were at the zoo,” Valkyrie’s mum said. Valkyrie spun her head to him. “You dropped me?” “Ah,” he said, “I’d forgotten about that. In my defence, though, you were a very wriggly child. One moment you were there, the next you were, you know, on the ground in the penguin enclosure.” She blinked. “You dropped me in the penguin enclosure?” “I was leaning over the railing and you just plopped out of my grip. You weren’t hurt, or anything. And even if you had been, I’m sure the penguins would have taken you in, raised you as one of their own. It would have been a different life for you, but still a good one.” “I can’t believe you dropped me.” “Neither could the people around us. Some crazy woman stormed up and roared at me for five minutes about how I shouldn’t be putting my child in danger.” “That was me,” Valkyrie’s mum muttered. “Now it makes sense,” Valkyrie said, collapsing on to the couch. “My fear of zoos. My fear of penguins. My fear of being dropped in a zoo with the penguins. It’s all Dad’s fault.” “Most things are,” he admitted sadly, and wandered over to his wife. “But I won’t make the same mistakes again, I promise. From this moment on, I will be the best father the world has ever seen. Wifey, may I please hold my child?” “I’m feeding her.” “Give me the child and the bottle. I’ll feed her.” Valkyrie’s mum looked at him suspiciously. “When you hold a baby, what is the most important thing to remember?” “Not to drop it,” he said proudly. “Well, yes, well done, dear, but I was thinking more about how you hold the baby.” “Ah,” he said, “of course. The secret to holding a baby is to pick it up by the scruff of the neck.” “You’re thinking of kittens.” “Pick it up by its ears, then.” “You’re thinking of nothing.” “Can I please just hold her?” “I don’t think that’s wise.” “A lot of things aren’t wise, Melissa. Is crossing the road with your eyes closed wise? No, but I do it anyway.” His wife nodded. “Stephanie, you’re in charge of teaching Alice how to cross the road.” “Gotcha.” Her dad held his hands out, and finally her mum sighed. “Be careful,” she warned. “Trust me,” he said. She handed the baby over. Valkyrie’s dad held Alice out straight, looked at her and smiled. “Aren’t you so cute?” he asked. “Aren’t you? Aren’t you the cutest?” He brought her in close, held her against his face and staggered around the room. “Help me!” he cried. “A facehugger has me!” Valkyrie and her mother observed him as he lifted her off, chuckling. “You know,” he said, “from Alien. The facehugger.” He held the baby against his face again. “Help me, Sigourney Weaver! Help me!” Alice, for her part, seemed bemused by the whole thing. They left half an hour later, when Alice was in her basket and sleeping.
[Derek Landy: Death Bringer, Highlight on Page 330 | Loc. 4417-64 | Added on Thursday, May 09, 2013, 10:32 AM]
Anyone else got anything else to share?