Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Baby Big Foot
Her reappearance prompts an announcement from the boy. “This is my tunnel and no other kids are allowed, mostly girls!” I hear the princess gasp, obviously mortally offended.
I’m about to intercept this exchange, when I hear the store door open. Then, slap, slap, slap on the carpet, and a deep little voice chanting “DID IT, DID IT, DID IT!”
‘WHO IS THAT BIG BABY?” The sandy haired boy is staring. It’s the princess’ baby brother, who just started walking three days ago. The boy steps out of the plastic tunnel to face baby brother. They are almost the same height. The boy tugs his mother’s sleeve and whispers, “Mommy, that’s the biggest baby I have ever seen.” His mother smiles.
Baby brother climbs into the tunnel and the princess scoots inside behind him, sticking her tongue out at the sandy-haired boy.
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