Hello, Pretty Bride here. Muskrat doesn’t know I can hear him upstairs with his daughter through the monitor. He left me with his Thinkpad chatting with an AT&T rep, so he could go initiate bathtime. Just thought I’d transcribe the exchange upstairs:
Muskrat: Your name is Macy, not Baby.
Toddler: Not Ba-by.
Muskrat: Say, “My name ain’t Baby, it’s Macy.”
Toddler: Not Ba-by. Ma-cy.
Muskrat: That’s right. Say, “My name ain’t Baby, it’s Macy.”
Toddler: Name Macy.
Muskrat: Not Baby?
Toddler: Not Baby.
Muskrat: What if you’re Miss Muskrat? Are you nasty?
Toddler: Nasty. Miz Mu-krat.
Muskrat: Is your name Baby?
Toddler: No!
Muskrat: Is it Macy?
Toddler: Yes!
Muskrat: How ’bout Miss Muskrat?
Toddler: Nasty!
Muskrat: ONLY if you’re nasty!
Toddler: Nasty! Nasty!
Ladies? Does it mean a thing?
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing. Doo wop. Doo wop. 😉
There you go, unfinished. I knew PB would get a comment eventually!