Mood: lyrical
Topic: Matt
Last night, Sam and Matt were taking their bath when suddenly Matt got to his feet.
DELICIOUS NIPPLES! he exclaimed, covered in vanilla bubbles, apropos of nothing. It wasn't even so much what he said, which was remarkable enough, but the way he said it. Matt has a very expressive manner of speech; the word No has four syllables in Matt language. Likewise, the nipples were apparently very delicious indeed. He didn't so much say it; he sang it.
Ben and I looked at each other and almost wet our pants laughing. Delicious nipples, Matt sighed again. Of course, it would be an excellent name for a rock band. Ben said as much to me, and Sam, hearing this, improvised and sang to us:
Delicious nipples for you,
Delicious nipples for you.
And once again I was knocked out by the everyday dialogues that go on in our house. I have no idea where Matt has been getting this -- we don't watch such things on television or in movies, and although it's true he has weaning issues, we don't even use the word nipples. But there it is. Delicious Nipples.
Posted by Gretchen
at 8:19 AM PDT