Weird Things You Never Thought Could Happen: No1
It seems that we're running an "Elephant" theme during this initial period of becoming a family!
We, Rachel and I, have received elephants - (two, pottery, with trunks entwined, apparently from a German Christmas Market in Munich - I'm sure elephants play some important role in the zeitgeist of 21st centuary German Christmases!)
So, we have two, Katy has loads! a hanging vibrating elephant, Bella the bath elephant, and a very American mother and daughter elephant duo - very American! - the mother Elephant "sings" to her daughter - great! (If our blue colonial morphish - and mawkish! - teething implement/momma and daughter combo become Katy's travel companions of choice, we're in real trouble).
To get to the point - there are so many of these Elephants around the place it becomes impossible to keep track of them all.
Because of this;
My attempts the other night to sneek quietly into bed without disturbing Rachel were duly thwarted by our "American moma". As I gently swiped her off the bedside table onto the floor, she duly let out her usual - surprisingly piercing (when unexpected at 1.30am) - (return from work, not the pub, before anyone casts aspersions) - "trumpet" - followed immediately, in her inimitable style, with a rousing chorus of:
"Flap your ears,
swing your trunk,
come along with me,
I love my little elephant,
we're happy as can be."
(complete with really great "zany xylophone" accompaniment)
Oh well, at least Rachel had the good grace to see the totally sureal funny side of all this rather than taking the pragmatic approach of just murdering me.
We, Rachel and I, have received elephants - (two, pottery, with trunks entwined, apparently from a German Christmas Market in Munich - I'm sure elephants play some important role in the zeitgeist of 21st centuary German Christmases!)
So, we have two, Katy has loads! a hanging vibrating elephant, Bella the bath elephant, and a very American mother and daughter elephant duo - very American! - the mother Elephant "sings" to her daughter - great! (If our blue colonial morphish - and mawkish! - teething implement/momma and daughter combo become Katy's travel companions of choice, we're in real trouble).
To get to the point - there are so many of these Elephants around the place it becomes impossible to keep track of them all.
Because of this;
My attempts the other night to sneek quietly into bed without disturbing Rachel were duly thwarted by our "American moma". As I gently swiped her off the bedside table onto the floor, she duly let out her usual - surprisingly piercing (when unexpected at 1.30am) - (return from work, not the pub, before anyone casts aspersions) - "trumpet" - followed immediately, in her inimitable style, with a rousing chorus of:
"Flap your ears,
swing your trunk,
come along with me,
I love my little elephant,
we're happy as can be."
(complete with really great "zany xylophone" accompaniment)
Oh well, at least Rachel had the good grace to see the totally sureal funny side of all this rather than taking the pragmatic approach of just murdering me.
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