Saturday, December 19, 2009

Robotic Baby vs. The Evil Doctor Bed

When the Rooster Girl climbed into our bed this morning, she announced that her name was Chicken Noodle Soup.

"Good morning, Chicken Noodle Soup," we said.

"My name wasn't always Chicken Noodle Soup," she told us.

"What was your name before?" we asked.

"It was... um... Robotic Baby."

"Robotic Baby?"

"Yes, but I just changed it to Chicken Noodle Soup."

"Can you change your name any time you want?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. "I'm going to change it again right now."

"Okay, then. What's your name now?"

"Robotic Baby."

"So let me get this straight," K said, "you are Robotic Baby formerly known as Chicken Noodle Soup nee Robotic Baby?"

"Robotic Baby from outer space," she clarified.

She rolled over onto her back, stuck her legs straight up into the air, grabbed her toes, spread her legs out and rocked side to side screaming singing,

"I AM THE ROBOTIC BABY FROM OUTER SPACE. I AM THE ROBOTIC-EST ONE OF ALL!!"

[Though this song is short on lyrics, it has many verses and is quite long.]

[And, apparently, best when performed as loudly as possible.]

What part of 7:00 in the morning does Roo not understand and how does she live this way without coffee?

When her singing roused The Mayor and he too climbed into our bed, I had to call upon my alter ego.

The Evil Doctor Bed emerged from his hidden lair and attacked them both with his giant tickle hands.

Then, victorious and triumphant, The Evil Doctor Bed shuffled off to the kitchen for a mug filled with the sacred, black, morning drink.

After several mugs, everyone's names were restored to those they had prior to bedtime yesterday.

God bless the miracles of coffee.




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4 comments:

Merrily Down the Stream said...

ah yes, the elixir of life or parenthood anyway.

Elisa said...

Ok, your daughter clearly has a brilliant future ahead of her as screenwriter. Or playwriter. Or songwriter. Or robotic baby from outer space.

WILLIAM said...

You should try to give Robotic baby coffee and see what happens.

JoeinVegas said...

Perhaps next time the Robotic Baby is deep asleep you can try that trick for hubby (without the loud singing or pajamas), he would probably appreciate it, with or without magic brown elixer.