When Violet is enjoying a song, she never wants it to end. "Oh no, my song!" she'll exclaim sadly. She likes it best when we leave songs on repeat, which is why I have listened to "Lollipop, Lollipop" 12 times in a row (and 17 times two days ago, followed by 9 renditions of "Mr. Sandman). It is such a Faustian bargian. While she is listening to her song, she dances around playing happily by herself. When I try to shut off the damn din, shrieks follow. It is like a mean genie showed up and said "You can sit and read your 'Entertainment Weekly' in peace, but you will be bitten by insistent mosquitoes the whole time." My neighbors must think I am insane.
But all this is a million times better than this morning, when, during a shared bath intended to relieve her constipation, she pooped all over me. "Phil, get the BLEACH!" I screamed from the bathroom. Yuck. The bathtub is very clean now.
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Um, I too used to listen to songs on endless repeat as a small child. This was during the early 80s, and I had a collection of 45s, a white plastic record player, and a cute little pair of headphones. I'd listen to Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" for hours straight (when you're 4, it's a just song about butterflies and sugar bears). Perhaps Violet needs some headphones, too... but beware... I was constantly sneaking out to shows in high school and grew up to be a rock journalist!
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