March 17th, 2008 by Mrs Eaves
Spotz sounds like a gimpy elephant stumbling around the house. I cringe and hope that Wing can sleep through the scattered thuds, thumps and bonks.
October joins me at the table, where she sits across from me and practices her newfound whistling skill. She only knows one note. She squeaks softly, eyes narrowed in concentration.
Lugnut is to my right, exploring a Thomas the Tank Engine website. Every once and a while, one of his many clicks results in success, and various toots and peeps erupt from the speaker.
Thud, squeak, toot. Thump-thump-thud, peep, squeak, peep. Toot, toot, bonk. This is the music of my afternoon.
March 17th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
You just made me so nostalgic. I truly miss those days.
March 17th, 2008 at 5:43 pm
You could always imagine it’s a new age Thomas the train techno song…Does anybody remember the ‘Speed Racer’ techno song of the 90’s? Haha.