Thursday, 21 January 2010

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Some little ones love to play Doctors. They like to wrap you up in bandages and take your temperature and check your reflexes. The Babe, on the other hand….

{Insert wavy special effects as I take you back in time to see Babe playing with a doll}.

“Rip your head off! Rip! Rip! Rip your head off! Chop your head off. Chop. Chop. Chop your head off. Now you’re DEAD. SCORE!!!!” And she clasps her hands above her head to celebrate.

Blood thirsty child, wot? I suppose she keeps the “doctors” in work.

Is it sick that she does this? Or is it sicker that I can’t help but sing along with Eurythmics tunes in my head?

“Chop your head off! (Movin’ On) Rip your head off! (Movin’ on)…

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