It’s even more fun with an audience.
It seems we have a Linus in the house.
From the moment I lift her from her crib, Anna clings to her beloved blankie and drags it all over the house. At the first sign of distraction, I hide it under my shirt and sneak it out of her sight. She is none the wiser.
On the way back to her crib, shirt stuffed with blankie, I passed Doug, whose eyes fell on my stomach. For a moment, he froze.
When he finally came to, he deemed it the worst flashback he’s had since 1991.
Here’s the scene…
Eva is squeezed in size 18-month clothes, Anna is swimming in size 3T. Anna is sitting in a dirty diaper, a dozen scented candles burning throughout the house. The Bean no longer has whiskers. Start the minivan, and Judas Priest comes blaring through the speakers.
Doug’s first week as Mr. Mom after I went back to work…check.
There’s more than just tape to unravel.
Step one to world domination: unraveling the poetic and philosophical wisdom behind Trixter. I tell you, this band is going places! But first, to invent something bigger and better than these blasted cassettes…