Tuesday, July 11, 2006

A Quick Transformation: From Intellectual to Goofball

I was introduced to my great niece, Olivia, about one week ago. I immediately noticed a change in my demeanor. What in tarnation comes over a mature, intelligent, sophisticated macho dude like myself when I hold a ten month old girl in my arms?

All of a sudden it's, "Helllllllllllloooooooo OOOOOllliviiiiiiiiaaaah" OOOOOOOHHHH! You are sooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuteie poo poo hello0 cutie boo boo bee bee OOOoooo. You dee bay bay bay bay baby!"

Then I stuck my tongue out just a smidgen and cast aside decades of maturity, sagacity, mental profundity, and a seasoned cerebrum capable of brilliance and started making a raspberry noise that lasted as long as my breath would hold out, and after ten times of repeating that gross noise that a sage like myself would never, ever considering making, I realized I may have taught my great niece how to make a raspberry sound because she started doing it too, unless her wise and erudite parents beat me to it.

I love Olivia. And she brings out the sound effects genius in me.


tracy said...

All the better to relate to your 4th graders. If your 4th graders are anything like the ones in Houston I think the raspberry graduates to arm pit, burp and fart noises, no?? PPPPOOOOOORRRRROLIVIA!!!! Sounds like you had a blast with your family, I'm so glad

Walter said...

You gave me an idea for a blog. Thanks, Tracy.