As I drove her to pre-k, four year-old Lola talked to herself in the backseat: "Duck... duck...duck..duck... duck... say goose, you stupid idiot!"
Later in the evening, I assisted Iris Uber Alles with her homework after the Sober Husband left (tonight is the annual dads' poker night benefiting Iris's school, and I bought the husband a seat at the game as his Father's Day present). The homework was playing a math cardgame, and Iris insisted upon singing rather than focusing. "Do you think Anton is singing as he plays poker?" I asked pointedly. "La la la, oh give me a card, la la la?"
Lola interjected. "Yes! He is singing, 'La di da, St. Doggyo! La di da, St. Doggyo!" Iris and I laughed, but this show of amusement meant that for the next forty minutes, Lola would not cease singing "La di da St. Doggyo!" at the top of her lungs.
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Drunken writes:
"Yes! He is singing, 'La di da, St. Doggyo! La di da, St. Doggyo!" Iris and I laughed, but this show of amusement meant that for the next forty minutes, Lola would not cease singing "La di da St. Doggyo!" at the top of her lungs.
I am getting this urge to write a parody of the Beatles' "Obla di Obla da" that centers around this theme.
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2amsomewhere
(will now have that infernal tune playing in his head all day)
i love how lola seems to amuse herself endlessly. i can relate.
Hey, I'm staying at this great spot and I thought of you: http://www.marvistamendocino.com/
It's gorgeous here, plus they have kitchens, and are kid-friendly.
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