Someday, We'll Get Fired for This...

The following is a transcript of an actual IM conversation Flynn and I had. We were both at work at the time.

Reverend: So I was talking to Nerdygirl yesterday on the phone, and we got into a discussion of how the comic is like a child that you and I are trying to raise together.
I think I'm the permissive parent.

Flynn: Oh?

Reverend: Yeah - you're the over-protective parent.

Flynn: ... how am I the over-protective one?

Reverend: You won't let the comic stay out late... You won't let it go to other blogs... You're the hardass.

Flynn: At best, the comic is being raised in a beer-swilling, aristocratic air of negligence...

Reverend: I prefer the term, "benign neglect."

Flynn: Besides, you don't know where the other blogs have been... they could have something.

Reverend: (Neurotic much?) The comic is young - it's immune system is completely healthy

Flynn: Yeah, you just wait until ilikedrugs.blogspot.com gets it hooked on meth or something!
Besides, I am sooo not the overbearing one...

Reverend: I might be overbearing, but I want our little comic to get out there and see the world.

Flynn: Oh great - travel Europe and leave freaky comments with hot Italian blogs...

Reverend: If that's what the comic wants to do, then yes. I want the comic to grow up to be its own person.
Self-actualized;
Empowered;
Full of lust for life!
Why are you stifling our baby?

You don't have to be your parents, you know. I certainly don't want to be my mother...

Flynn: I'm not worried about being my parents, I just want our comic to have a good foundation, to grow up strong, knowing right from wrong.
Or at least grey from wrong.
Okay... at least how to not get caught.

Reverend: So do I...
I'm so glad we had this little chat, Ma.

Flynn: Oh hell no - you're "Ma."

Reverend: No way. I squirt the seed into your head... it gestates in you. Then you birth it on the tablet.

Flynn: Eew

Reverend: ha ha... Flynn has a womb...

Flynn: ... not cool

Reverend: Nope, not cool at all; it has to be warm and moist for the eggs to grow...

Flynn: Ass.