Aww, I went there =( That's where I did Journalism until I realised I wasn't a journo. It's a gorgeous campus, lots of lawn and huge old gnarly gum trees... Buildings themselves were piles of spaghetti with doors attached, though, I'll give 'em that.
Dad's birthday was on Saturday~ :D No mini-dégustation this time, just an epic three course meal of scallops, lamb fillet and Cointreau* jelly thing curtesy of Mum X9 Mmmmm food. We had Laura up, too (Colin's girlfriend) and got to talking about this one particular family video of me aged 4 and Colin aged 3-and-one-day down at the railway station. I trained him to be a vandal by throwing pine needles on the train that had stopped there :D
As we were searching for this scandallous video evidence, we came across some others that we'd NEVER known about, such as birthdays and one or two random day-in-the-life things that were on the day after said birthdays cos clearly Dad had rented the video camera for the weekend and wanted to play with his new toy.
ANYWAY. There was one in particular that was just the single most hilarious thing I've ever seen. Colin, day after his third birthday, in the bar room 'reading' a train book with Mum, cos mini!Colin was mad on trains. He was making all these adorable excited noises that I'm sure were supposed to be words but none of us had the faintest idea what he was saying. SOMEHOW Mum-of-the-early-90s knew and was able to maintain conversation of sorts, but omg the look on her face XD She was so clearly bored stiff by this train book and just wanted it to end~
AND THEN. The bar room door just cracked open the tiiiiniest sneaky little bit, but of course Mum noticed, looked up and told mini!Anna to go to bed. Why the three-year-old was allowed to stay up and read books while the nearly-five-year-old was told to go to bed wasn't made clear, we figure Col must've been sleeping that afternoon or something. But yes. I was just thirstyyyy and needed a driiiiiink.
Mini!Anna disappeared again and Mum went back to this boring as crap train book. BUT mini!Anna wouldn't give up so easily! Out she snuck again, very sneakily like Mum wouldn't hear her creeping around behind and avoiding the creaky floorboards. Sneaky sneaky, up behind the chair to join in the reading of this book. Cos. I dunno. Being up late is cool. I was never interested in trains so that must've been it.
Without lifting her head, Mum just said, with growing irritation, "Go to bed, Anna."
Mini!Anna didn't move, but there was anxiety in that formerly defiant stance. I'm reading this book and you can't stop me.
"
Now."
Mini!Anna scarpered and SLAMMED the door behind her as hard as an almost-five-year-old can slam a door.
Mum just stared at Dad through the camera lens with this irritated look of 'Here we go...' (Meanwhile, Mum-of-2011 along with nearly-26-year-old-'narti and remaining family are absolutely packing it. We were literally crying, people.)
Mini!Anna shouted something defiant from the bedroom but buggered if I know what it was cos I couldn't hear over the laughter. Probably something about me being older and why does Colin get to stay up late? Seems like something I'd say.
Mii!Colin went on chirping excitedly at his trains, wherein we recognised the word 'buffer' and that was it, and Mum went back to looking bored.
I had NO idea this thing existed. It was pure gold, you guys. You couldn't script this stuff.
* orange liqueur
