Looking out the window in his bedroom at the blonde squirrel that is inhabiting one of our maple trees. "Hi Mr. Squirrel, it's me, Tommy. How are you doing?"
I'm laying on the couch, under two blankets, playing hide-and-seek. A hand pulls back the cover from my head, and an object is placed on my cheek. "Don't worry daddy, it's just the bee". I pull a block with the big letter 'B' on it from my cheek.
On the phone. "Are you going to have fun with mommy today?" "Yes, sir" "What are you going to do today?" "Ummm" trailing voice "Here Mommy". Hands the phone to mommy, in the background I hear "What are we doing today?".
MahnaMahna is now a household song.
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