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