Mama and I shuddered as we read Amalah’s recent guest post from her six-year-old neighbor and realized what we had to look forward to, especially since we know that 3B’s Daddy was a Chatty Cathy even before he could make words, so much so that the nurse commented on it at one of my first doctor’s visits and Mom noted it in her little blue book.
But we’re too busy with the here and now to worry for too long about what’s coming. Just today, I got this message from Mama:
Today your son perfected the horror-movie-scream. There is no other way to describe it. He is not the least bit upset when he does it–he’s just messing around–but OMG it sounds like someone is after him with a hatchet in a black mask. Really, it probably means something like “this magnet is cool.”
Holy crap, Mama makes me laugh.
P.S. Happy birthday, Bob. Thanks for all the songs.