Wednesday January 30th, 2013

The exercise:

Use the title of a nursery rhyme for your inspiration today.

I took Max to a Mother Goose group this morning and had quite a bit of fun. We sang a bunch of songs (well, mostly the parents did - but a few of the older kids got into a tune or two) and talked about various baby things.

Would have been nice if I wasn't the only dad, but hey, I kinda expected it.

Also: how is Max 12 weeks old already? I honestly only remember about 6 or 7 of those.

Mine:

The Itsy Bitsy Spider

His daughter's scream woke him like a wrecking ball smashing into the side of the house. He was out of bed and moving down the hall before he remembered that he was completely naked. With his wife away for a month on a safari with her sisters, all of his nightwear was sitting in a sweaty heap in and around the laundry basket.

After a quick detour to the bathroom to grab a reasonably clean bathrobe he hurried the rest of the way to his daughter's room.

"What is it, honey? What's wrong?" he called from the doorway.

"Daddy! There's a huge spider on the ceiling and it's gonna eat me!"

"I highly doubt that," he muttered under his breath as he entered the room. Looking up, with only the weak light of a bedside lamp to chase away the night, he saw nothing of interest. "Where is it?"

"It's right there, daddy! Can't you see it? It's huge!"

After a few tense moments he finally spotted the dreaded beast. Then, looking between it and his daughter, he couldn't help but wonder when in her education, precisely, had he and his wife neglected to provide her with the proper definition of the word huge.

5 Comments:

writebite said...

marc, nice one. i guess fear inflates reality.
nicecu r doing things with max already. enjoy!

writebite said...

Nursery Rhyme

"Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick, she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick,"
Mother sang and waited for Junior to join in.
He listened to her voice and kept up by reciting the last word of each sentence.

Mother was glas she remebered the nursery rhyme from her own childhood. It gave a postitive spin to the odd trip she had to make into town when her toddler was ill. Nothing serious, just a gammy ear or a sore tummy, usual childhood things. The song sounded cheerful, despite the lyrics. The words gave them both a handle on such situations, diffusing the inner panic that every parent feels during illness.

She sang it three times and on the third, Junior was singing along with most of the words. It made her proud how quickly he learned things now.

morganna said...

Pussycat, Pussycat
---------
For Kittycat -- we miss you

There was a little pussycat
She lived next door to us
Soft and pretty, very friendly
Then one day, she disappeared
We miss her very much.

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

undated
Finished the Bridge today. There's to be a ceremony next week, and I'm to speak. All's wonderful, but I looked at the plans again today, on a whim, and noticed a crease that I don't think we'd seen as a crease before. Pity I can't read my own hand sometimes, otherwise I could see what was next to it, it looked terribly important.

But I haven't a worry, all should be fine.

Marc said...

Writebite - thanks :)

Ah, the power of the right tune at the right moment!

Morganna - aw :(

g2 - haha, I do appreciate the subtle link to the nursery rhyme. Totally makes the whole thing, though it would also work as a more intriguing piece without it.

Nicely done :)