For whatever reason, running the bathwater has recently become an invitation for the girls to weeeeird. Over the past week or so, they’ve occupied themselves in the bath by pretending to be family friends who made a big impression the other week by hosting a party that had both a) “treaty” food and b) a cool nativity set. So now, Vivi declares herself to be “Wob,” smooshes her hair around to weakly duplicate his excellent coiffure, and announces, “I havin’ a pawty.” She then feeds Julia/Clara various bath toys which are, naturally, cookies.
My mind boggles.
Last night, this “party” ended witha song. Not just any song, but “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,” modified thusly:
Hark! the herald Obama
Glory to the O-ba-ma!
Peace Obama and mercy bama,
God and sinners Obama!
I kid you not. It went on like this for some time.
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1 Rob // Jan 24, 2009 at 10:21 am
Maybe that’s why Clara’s tummy’s been hurting for the past couple of days. She’s eaten too many bath toys.
This was the best thing I’ve read in ages. I would love to see Vivi’s impression of my hair!
2 admin // Jan 24, 2009 at 10:37 am
I hope Clara feels better soon! Not food poisoning, I hope…
Tonight’s a hair-washing night, so I’ll get a picture of Vivi’s “Wob ha-oh.” Watch this space.
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