SCENE: the kids' room.
TIME: bedtime.
BARAK and ABBA are on their way to a simchas bais ha'shoeva. AVTALYON is in his crib, basking in pluggies and blankies, and IYYAR, in train pajamas, is sitting on his train bed, banging AVTALYON's light-up Spiderman shoes on the side of same. IMMA is sitting in glider rocker, attempting a normal bedtime with only 2/3 the usual contingent of children.
IMMA: Iyyar, should we say shma now?
AVTALYON: Maaaaa! Yellll!
IYYAR: Not yet.
IMMA: Let's say sh'ma and then you can listen to a CD. Which CD do you want to listen to?
IYYAR: Let's listen to the CD first.
IMMA: We can't listen to the CD first. If we put on a CD we can't say sh'ma. Which CD do you want to listen to after we say sh'ma? Do you want the pirate one?
IYYAR: No.
IMMA: Okay, so which one do you want?
IYYAR: I want a shark one.
IMMA [flummoxed]: We don't have a shark one.
IYYAR: C'I have a shark one anyway?
IMMA: Well, no, because we don't have a shark CD.
IYYAR: C'we buy it? C'we buy a shark CD in the store?
IMMA: I don't think so, sweetie.
IYYAR: Why not?
IMMA: I don't think there are any shark CDs in the store.
IYYAR [with conviction]: Ackshully there is. There is a shark CD.
IMMA: I don't think so. I'm pretty sure there isn't.
IYYAR: Why not?
IMMA: Sharks can't really sing.
IYYAR: Oh. Then I want a Dr. Doomshtein one.
IMMA: Okay.
2 comments:
::applause::
Singing sharks?
Must be the wild music you play has given him ideas of his own.
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