My Kids in Three ActsPosted: November 5, 2014
Enter Das Big Boy singing:
Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill:
one named Jack, one named Jill.
Fly away, Jack. Fly away, Jill.
And then Jack and Jill pooped.
Because they’re birds. (He adds helpfully.)
Hipster Hausfrau is driving. From the backseat, a serious congested snot nose sound can be heard. It’s Das Big Boy, keeping a deliberate rhythm.
Hipster Hausfrau: Are you ok, dude?”
DBB: I’m a Tyrannosaurus, a dinosaur. That’s my growl.
Little Liebchen is eating yogurt (aka, yo-yuht) at the kitchen table. Hipster Hausfrau is chopping tomatoes in the kitchen.
Little Liebchen (in baby patois): Ah nee monee.
HH: You need money? What do you need money for?
LL: Mommy wa-la.
HH: Why do you need my wallet?
LL: Ah go do TJ Maxss.
HH: You’re going to TJ Maxx?!