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As usual, once Jacket woke-up I pulled her out of the crib and into my bed to try and get a few more winks. Here’s the lyrics to the song she sang a few centimeters from my face as she played with a Penguin hair clip:
Ping-gweeeee, Ping-gwee
Ping-greee, Ping-gree
WAKE-UP! (licks my nose)
Ping-gwee, Oh Ping-COME ON!
Ping-gwee, Oof Pees (“Off Please” wants me to take the hair rubberband off my wrist)
Ping-HEP HEP HEP PEES (‘Help Please” has rubberband stuck in toes)
Gweeeeeeeeeeee-ee-eeeeee
Ping-gwee, OH OH OH NO! (She’s lifted my shirt and discovered my tattoo)
Ping-Puppy Puppy Ping-gwee
HAND! (She takes my hand and tries to yank me out of bed)
Ping-gweee-ee, OPEN! (Jerks pillow out from under my head)
Ping, CA-CA! CA-CA, CA-CAAAA! (“I just took a crap”)
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