“I have to kill your mother,” Margie said to me.
“Oh.”
“Or your father. Or maybe both.”
“Um … why?”
“Guess what I woke up to this morning …?”
My folks went to Scotland late last year. One of the things they brought back with them was a stuffed teddy bear playing the bagpipes. Except that if you press on the bag, a little music chip with the same robust, full-bodied tones that you’d expect from a greeting card tinnily bleats out the tune to “Scotland the Brave.”
And day before yesterday we were unpacking from our trip, and I found the bear, and put it in Katherine’s room.
And we have a baby monitor in there.
And Katherine knows how to work the bear.
So, far too early this morning, guess what Margie woke up to?
Dee-dee-dih-deet-dee-dee-dee …
I think I’ll let Margie keep focusing her fury on my folks for this one, rather than me, thankyouverymuch.
A slight correction my love – The piping tones of “Scotland the Brave” was right in my ear followed shortly by Katherine sitting on my tummy and shoving it in my face so I could “see” that she could make it play all by herself.
This christmas I made a resolution to only buy gifts that do not make noise for the children of my friends. It’s surprisingly hard to find a quiet toy these days, but the look of relief on their faces to see a quiet toy was worth the effort.
My brother and I keep threatening to buy each other’s offspring “My First Drum & Bugle Set.”
Yes. After last year my Brother and sisters told me that I could not buy any gifts for my niece’s and nephew’s that required batteries. The thinking was that if it needed batteries, it would make noise, and this was a bad thing.
But, man were there a lot of cool noise making toys out there this year. But I was a good boy, and bought toys that could only make noise if banged against some other hard surface.
Kitten’s bear sounds cool…You and Margie should put on a little display sometime. Maybe the Evil “Scotland the Brave” playing Garuda attack or something.
My father bought Will an angel bear that recites the Lord’s Prayer when you squeeze it’s belly. It is a surprisingly realistic child’s voice doing the reciting.
And by surprisingly real I mean scare the %$^& out of you when it suddenly pipes up in the middle of the night.
Quoth my Mom: