Trina has brought upon us a harbinger of baby-ness. Miles, the baby infant, is super effective at distracting George and Scott. He also stops crying when you play the soothing lullaby of “vacuum cleaner,” as long as you increase the volume by vacuuming your own hand. I’m over here practicing my ocarina and can’t hear my own virtuoso jam. So I started working, which incensed G&S, ’cause I’m over here getting stuff done, and they’re using their three-foot-long spoons and forks to poke at the mysterious tyke.
The baby looks very harried, like a debt-ridden salesman. He moved his leg, once. Usually, Trina has to move his legs for him. I am fascinated.
That is all.