We were emptying the garbages today, and I asked the little chick to put her garbage can back in her room. She trotted off, and I turned on the hall light to make it easier for her to see what she was doing, and she turned around and said, "thanks for helpin' on the light" and then went to put her garbage can away. Then we walked around town a bit with her on my shoulders, singing at full volume the whole time, mostly with words I didn't recognize, with the occasional "daddy", "popcorn", "Bible" and "belly" thrown in to make the rhyming work.
It's going to be hard to go back to work.
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Popcorn, eh? Good observer or intentional indoctrination?
;-)
But she's rhyming! Now that's cool. Maybe she's ready for another Dr. Seuss. (Darryl's Mom: Don't beat me to this.)
And I guess she's finally graduated from the cat carrier to your shoulders... Nice.
(label for that old post could be "it's not just different, it's just wrong")
Well, I may be a little optimistic about the whole rhyming thing. It's not always easy to tell where one line stops and the next starts, which complicates it a bit.
Oh, and dig the label. It would make a good tattoo, actually.
Maybe she's singing in Frenglish. :-)
I dare you to do the tattoo. As a temporary. Just to freak somebody out. That would be oh so cool.
Except that your mom is already reading this.
Okay, maybe bumper sticker. It's a little long and not very picturesque for a tattoo...
You're killing me.
But oh - you have to find someway to record her singing! Imagine.
Hey now there's an idea. I like it.
Both ideas.
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