I know Mozart is what you're supposed to play to make your baby smart, but for
As a wannabe ParrotHead1, I made a little dance routine for me and Pillbug to one of the greatest songs ever written. Yesterday morning, after a night of no sleep, we were in the living room singing and dancing when my husband rushed out of the shower.
CoffeeMan: Is everything OK out here?
Me: We're just dancing.
CoffeeMan: I thought I heard a faint cry for help.
Me: I didn't say anything.
CoffeeMan: I didn't mean from you. Snatched the baby and began to sing Bob Marley.
1No, dammit, I do not smoke weed! It's just too much a cliche when you're married to a Jamaican. Nor do I sell spliff, nor do I know where you can get the good shit, etc.
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