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.