Tuesday, March 9, 2010
When baby Bob and I did our time on the road with Jeff and his band, we outfitted Bob with some tiny-sized noise canceling headphones. We retired the headphones a few years back when, as a family, we went acoustic. (By "acoustic" I mean we stopped leaving the house after 6:00pm and the only concerts we attend with Bob are in our living room.)
The headphones have been enjoying a second life in the past few weeks as Bob has decided, unprompted, to wear them while he plays the drums. I would now like a pair too and perhaps should offer to get them for our neighbors.
Friday morning I was calling out to Bob who was in his room, "Hurry up, honey, we're running late. Did you brush your teeth? Bob? Where is your other sneaker? Do you have it in there? Are you done with your bagel? May I give the rest to Daisy? Bob? What are you doing? We've got to go. We're late. Let's get that other shoe on. Are you ready?"
Bob emerged from his room wearing the noise canceling headphones. He lifted them off of his ears and said, "Mama, I just can't listen to you anymore," and turned and walked back into his room.