Junie was
goofing around on our office chair when she tripped and
fell off, landing on
her face. Lisa and I both checked for injuries (to
date, Junie is the only kid
who has yet to have stitches). Thankfully
the damage was minor. “You’re ok, but
you’ll have a fat lip,” Lisa
told her.
Immediately
Junie, who had faced down numerous injuries without
blinking, was aghast.
blinking, was aghast.
“FAT??!!!,”
she said. “I gonna have a fat lip!”
Junie, you
see, has a wee bit of a distaste for the
weight-challenged, despite having
yours truly as a father.
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Junie came
home from a weekend with Lisa’s mother singing a song
that went like this
“Chock-o-lat, you drivin’ me crazy” and she
sang it over and over. Apparently
this tune was belted out by a
mechanical monkey she saw at Grandma’s, and as
far as I was
concerned it was singing about the wonders of chocolate. Lisa
wasn’t
so sure, and translated that first line – goodness knows how – as “Jungle Love”
Sure as day,
it WAS “Jungle Love” by Milwaukee’s own Steve Miller.
Another
favorite of hers, this one from the cartoon “Phineas and
Ferb”: “My name is Doof and you do what I say, my
name is doof
and you do what I say.”
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