My rich inner life

by J on December 18, 2009

We make up a lot of songs at our house. I often find myself pondering how the lyrics would translate to prose. To wit:

Great Big Belly
Your belly is large, and your tush is small. Your nose is smaller than the rest of your head. For the small size of your baby toes, your toenails are larger than I would have thought probable. These things, and others, make you my special baby.

The Burping Song
If you have air trapped inside, and I think you do, now is the time to let it out. No matter if you think your burp is too small to matter, or too large to release in mixed company, I assure you we will all feel better afterward. I know because I’m your mom.

The Stink Police
The stink police are surveilling our residence and will probably find you out. But don’t worry. They don’t give citations, just baths, which you like. Also, Papa and I are the stink police.

Tell Your Mom
If you see a mouse in the house, don’t take matters into your own hands. It won’t go how you are expecting. No, tell your mom and she will kill it.

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