"Having children is like having a bowling alley installed in your brain."
-- Alan Bleasdale (b. 1946), British playwright, novelist
These are the sounds I’ve become accustomed to:
*Da da da la la… shriek*
ding ding ding
“I’m Pierre, need some air?” (toy)
*peals of laughter*
clunk clunk clunk
And that last, folks, is what makes me run. Anything that would make such a small, quiet sound hitting the floor can surely be swallowed, jabbed in the eye, or stuck in some orifice it doesn’t need to be.
(You would think with all this running around that I would be in a lot better shape. But I just feel old, I tell you, OLD!) - the weirdgirl