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When our children were born, we were living in North Carolina. I was pregnant for about 4 years, solid, or so it seemed, and little jobs became big chores for me. Around two years of age, Bob was talking well, because he'd started talking early and has never quit. Around this time was when Emily was born. My in-laws lived in town, and one day my sister-in-law and mother-in-law came to visit. I think they were cleaning the carpet for us, being very helpful, because I was either pregnant with Emily or she had just been born. Anyway, we'd sent Bob off to take a nap in his room. He wasn't tired, because I swear, that kid didn't like sleeping, and began making noises in his room. We had a baby monitor hooked up in his bedroom, so we could hear everything that child was doing. It started with just humming and talking to himself. He must have been looking at a book, because he'd say names of pictures he'd been seeing, I think. Anyway, all at once, Bob began serenading us. "I am a pizza" is what he'd sing, over and over again. My in-laws began laughing out loud at Bob's lovely song. All of a sudden, we heard the door to his bedroom open, and the pitter-patter of little feet running down the stairs. Bob hit the floor running in the kitchen, COMPLETELY NAKED! I was appalled! My husband ran to him, but Bob ran away. "I am a pizza!" he'd sing. I'm just glad my mother-in-law's blood pressure medicine was working that day. Otherwise, she would've had a heart attack from laughing so hard, she was crying. |
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