One of the songs O sings in music class is about a little box. As part of the song, someone chooses something to come out of the box, and then it makes a noise. Cue this week’s contribution from little O:
Music Teacher: “O, what would you like to be in the box today?”
O: “Boonie. Boonie in the box.”
Boonie is one of little Luna’s nicknames in our house. Nothing to do at all with the Australian cricketer. Just “Luna Boona” gets shortened to “Boonie”. It’s an Australian thing.
The teacher looks a little confused, who wouldn’t with someone saying “Boonie” as though you should know what that is.
I point to Luna’s head to indicate he means her. Then wonder if I should be encouraging a song where my second child is put in a box. Oh well. The teacher goes on:
“Baby? Oscar wants to put a baby in the box. That’s a good idea. What should the baby say when it comes out? Wah, wah, wah?”
Oscar: “No. Baby’s don’t say ‘wah, wah, wah’. They say ‘boobie, boobie, boobie’.”
At this point the teacher cracks up laughing so hard she can’t talk for a minute. She tries to regain her composure as she says:
“Oscar’s right, babies do say ‘boobie, boobie, boobie’. Everybody, let’s put the baby in the box now ..”
And we all proceeded to sing the song and then say “boobie, boobie, boobie” when the baby came out of the box. Nice.
Another breastfeeding is just the norm in our household snippet bought to you from the mouth of a babe.
breastfeeding is the norm. Me feeding little O when he was 14 months at a friend's wedding. In a totally not breastfeeding friendly dress. It worked nonetheless. (And yeah, I can't remember what we were talking about but S is obviously demonstrating something).