One morning, she was nibbling away on her almond butter sandwich and said, out of the blue:
"I like daddy. He's so cute. Like Einsteins."
A few days later, after she'd gone to sleep, I went in to check on her. She was fast asleep, with one leg slung over the bunkbed rail. I climbed up to reposition her. With eyes still closed, she demanded, "Tuck in!" and then sing-songed the words "Lost our baton."
On her birthday, we checked out a puppet show at the library. It was mediocre, but Clara, who wasn't paying much attention, snapped to when she heard the puppeteers introduce one of the characters, Albert Einstein. "Einsteins!" she exclaimed.
(PJs are stuffed with a blanket. She likes to be a weeble-wobble every now and then. BTW, she's singing the lyrics to one of the Einstein episodes in a very staccato interpretation: "The eagle took Leo's baton...").
Talmage and Briton=Video Games (email me if you want the TRUE evidence; too embarassing to be posted to the public General).
Me=The West Wing
I'd post a video, but I have to go now and watch three episodes before I go to sleep.
2 comments:
I was so grateful for Sesame Street! I can still sing some of the songs and quote some of the lines..."Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?"
I vote Twin Peaks. It is the best TV show ever.
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