It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Fatherly Love

Warm and conjugal, my sweetie and I bask lazily in a Saturday morning no-need-to-get-up. I’ve had my shower, but I’m taking a few more minutes to relax slowly into the day.

Shrieks of fake operatic ululating pulsate through the floorboards from the living room below. Seems his youngest, a ten-year-old boy, is awake and greeting the dawn.

“Well, I think I’ll just get up now,” I grin at the paternal progenitor of the ululator below.

“Feel free,” he offers, loving father that he is, “to stuff a sock down his throat when you get there.”

January 28, 2006 - Posted by | my kids, random and odd

7 Comments »

  1. Ululator–now there’s a word you don’t see on a blog too often.

    I hope your weekend contains more relaxing than ululating.

    Comment by Sharkey | January 28, 2006 | Reply

  2. LOL!

    Very good vocabulary for a Saturday– I agree with Sharkey.

    I am still mulling over your thoughts about the state of the world should men actually develop the ability to carry babies…

    Comment by jen-o-rama | January 28, 2006 | Reply

  3. I think it’s hilarious that a ten-year-old would be so chipper and musical as to be described as ululator on a Saturday morning. He must be quite the character…

    Comment by Kristen | January 28, 2006 | Reply

  4. You’ve got a good man there, Mary P.

    Comment by Susan | January 28, 2006 | Reply

  5. Sharkey: Just can’t let that English degree go entirely to waste, you know? It’s been pretty relaxing so far, thanks.

    Jen: Sometime you just have to stretch your linguistic muscles. (You do understand that most of those pregnang man comments were at least partly tongue-in-cheek??)

    Kristen: Chipper, yes. Musical, no. Despite his evident musical ability, what he was producing this morning was the worst parody of a cartoon version of opera you’d ever want to be subjected to – never mind first thing in the morning…

    He’s a character, yes he is. This weekend he arrived with his blond locks died JET black. I thought it was a wig. “No,” he says. “Pull it and see.” It’s real…

    Susan: I do, indeed.

    Comment by Mary P. | January 28, 2006 | Reply

  6. Sock, throat, some assembly required.

    Is that *really* an option? 😉

    Comment by Simon P. Chappell | January 30, 2006 | Reply

  7. The boy is still breathing, and without even wool bits. I think we made the right decision.

    Comment by Mary P. | January 30, 2006 | Reply


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