Needless to say, I gave her a stern taking to! After a few minutes of expressing my displeasure, she came over and handed me a little piece of cold metal with string on it called a "bell". This bell had apparently been some kind of a wedding hand-out at a wedding that dad ditched mom and went to soon after I was born. Anyway, she hands me this thing and tells me to "play" with it...play it how? Does it sing? Does it dance? How does on turn it on?

Am I supposed to eat it? I can't chew it. Is it supposed to taste good? If it is, mine is totally broken because it tastes like crap! What do you want me to do with this thing woman?!

Ohhhh....I get it! This is awesome! Dance for me little bell! Sing me your song! HA!
Hey mom...what do you mean when you say "that was the biggest mistake of the day"?
Hey, can you hear this? Mom!
I'm totally awesome at this! Can you hear it? MOM!
Listen! MOM! Can you hear it? MOM! Want me to play it more?
I can do it louder. MOM! Want to hear it? Wait, I'll do it louder...can you hear it? MOM!
I'm awesome at belling!

2 comments:
Ooooooh boy. Just don't give her a wooden spoon and a saucepan, for the love of god.
you have a memory of wooden spoons and saucepans, do you mott? [sour grapes from the deaf lady].
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