Our downstairs
neigbours brought their baby home on the same day as the Flyers made the
playoffs. Basher and I have had a couple of days to enjoy our team’s successful
entry into the post-season, and the little guy below us is causing no ruckus at
all. In fact, we only knew he had come home because I ran into another
neighbour who had run into the new mum’s mother (with five suites in the house,
you’d think the communication flow would be more direct) and got a heads up
from her.
After Ter dropped
me at work the following Monday, she sent me a text:
“First baby
crying noises when I got home!”
“And I missed
them!” I wrote back. “How good are his lungs?”
“Oh, just the
usual tiny gasping cries when they are first out of the shell.”
The same sounds
I’ll be making tonight, when the playoffs start for Philly.
Oh my God Ruthie! That last line is a killer. *wipes tears from eyes*
ReplyDeleteHaha! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys. I'll be getting louder as the series progresses ...
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