Easily amused

[radegund]

I've discovered the perfect compromise between wanting to get on with reading my book and needing to amuse my son: I've been reading aloud to him. The book I happen to be reading is Georgette Heyer's The Quiet Gentleman, which allows for much hamming up and doing the different voices.

He also seems to like it when I chant "Hey, hey, Oisín J., how many beds did you spew in today?" (The answer, of course, is "one", but as it's mine, I feel entitled to protest.)

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[cangetmad.livejournal.com]

(The answer, of course, is "one", but as it's mine, I feel entitled to protest.)

Hey, don't they always say that having children turns you into a nimby protester? Your manifestation is even more local than I had suspected...

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Hee!

Perhaps I can pressure my local authority to construct some kind of funnel-and-tubing device to deliver the spew to my neighbours' bed. Paid for out of tax revenue, of course.

[ailbhe]

I read GH books aloud to Linnea, too! But my copy of Cotillion has vanished without trace.

Linnea liked "My little baby has standy-up legs, my little baby has bendy knees, my little baby has a wobbly bottom, does your little baby have these?" so much that I can still make her smile by calling it to her from a different room. A friend down the road sings "Isabelle is wonderful, Isabelle is great, Isabelle is beautiful, Isabelle's my mate."

It might be wise to choose a rhyme good for singing in public, next time :) You may need it in a supermarket or similar.