Friday, July 14, 2006
Thank-You!
[As transcribed by Daddy]
Let me set the scene:
At about 7:25 a.m. this morning, I was already up and about, ready to play and explore and destroy the apartment. Mommy was barely awake, having just woken up to get me out of my crib and feed me, and Daddy was still completely asleep (dreaming about being a member of this band), between alarm clock blasts #5 and #6 of the morning.
As usual, I started rummaging around the apartment as Mommy and Daddy dozed together on the futon-couch. I picked up Daddy's pair of glasses from the coffee table and started playing with them - you know, shaking them up and down, dropping them, trying to bend them. Mommy was lucid enough to ask me for them, and I held them out to her. She took them, and said "Thank-you."
There was a pause of about five to ten seconds, during which Mommy had started dozing again. In my smallest yet clearest voice, I happily repeated "Thank-You!"
Both Mommy and Daddy shot up out of bed, startled. "Holy S#!+! Did you hear what she just said?!" Mommy gasped, shaking Daddy awake. "I did!" He replied, equally surprised and bewildered.
I just carried on like nothing had happened.
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