an evening at home
Jan. 3rd, 2005 10:04 pmIsaac: (in high chair, mouth full of baby ravioli) Mama song?
Me: You want to hear a song?
Isaac: (bounces)
Me: (singing) Propel, propel, propel your craft/Gently down liquid solution/Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically/Existence is mere illusion.
Isaac: More song?
Me: Really, must I?
Isaac: More!
Me: (singing) Propel, propel, propel your craft...
(later...)
Me: (changing into pj's) "Propel, propel, propel your craft..." Dammit, it's stuck in my head.
Isaac: (pushing large toy car around the apartment at high speed) CAR!
Me: Boy of my heart, the existence of your stinky diaper is not an illusion.
Isaac: (crashing car into my foot) UH-OH CAR!
Me: "Propel, propel, propel..." Dammit!
Me: You want to hear a song?
Isaac: (bounces)
Me: (singing) Propel, propel, propel your craft/Gently down liquid solution/Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically/Existence is mere illusion.
Isaac: More song?
Me: Really, must I?
Isaac: More!
Me: (singing) Propel, propel, propel your craft...
(later...)
Me: (changing into pj's) "Propel, propel, propel your craft..." Dammit, it's stuck in my head.
Isaac: (pushing large toy car around the apartment at high speed) CAR!
Me: Boy of my heart, the existence of your stinky diaper is not an illusion.
Isaac: (crashing car into my foot) UH-OH CAR!
Me: "Propel, propel, propel..." Dammit!
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