the extended family grows by one
My friends Brent and Kate had a little chitlin the other day. Ruby Maximus Excelsior Medusa Neville Hinson (I THINK that was her full name??!!?!) jumped out of Kate’s nether regions fully formed, like Athena, and is now a construction worker downtown. Check it out!
I went over there to see her last week. I also brought my new guitar along to show them how much cooler and more valuable my Les Paul was than their silly little human baby. The cool thing though, was that when I played, the baby reacted to the music. And when Kate had to run upstairs to do something, she left me and the baby alone downstairs. So what does one do in a situation like that? You play songs from Pink Floyd’s The Wall. You know, songs like Mother and the kinda scary one that goes, ‘D-d-d-did you see the frightened ones? D-d-d-did you hear the falling bombs?’. Ruby never cried or fussed or anything. Not like Rosman’s daughter. One time, when Piper was a tiny little chitlin, Rebecca asked me if I could hold Piper while Rebecca ran to the store real quick. Sure, I can handle that. As soon as the door closed, for the entire 10 or 15 minutes, Piper cried and shrieked as though she were in the presence of Evil Incarnate. Man, that was stressful. That was also 5 or so years ago. Piper still takes a few minutes to warm up to me, but not Ruby. I’m gonna bring my geeeeetar over there more often, I think.
Way to go, Hinson/Neville clan. You got a neat little package there. Take care of it, or I’m gonna take care of you!
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