We’re 45 minutes in to Easter mass and just over half way through. Mister, however, is done. I know because he keeps alternating between saying “down” and “done.” I reposition him on my lap and try to listen to the sermon.
“Muck! Muck!” Mister screams.
The people behind us chuckle. I can imagine what they’re thinking.
When I repositioned Mister, I clamped his legs between mine. He’s not happy. And worse, he’s stuck. I love the book, but because of Phillis Root’s ONE DUCK STUCK, whenever Mister is stuck somewhere, he yells, “Muck!”
If the listener is familiar with the story, they’ll probably be amazed at how smart he is for his just 17 months. If, like most people, the person hearing Mister’s shouts isn’t familiar with the book, though, I’m sure they’ll think he’s learned a swear word. I’ve started sticking the book in the diaper bag when we go out.
What humor has a book brought to your life?