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A Two-Year-Old's Birthday

by @RobertaFrosty

“Happy birthday, kiddo! We got you this drum!” Were the last words heard in my home. Now it’s: Bang bang bang. Boom boom boom. Bang boom. Bang boom. Boom bang. Boom bang. How fun. What a fun fun fun toy. So much darn fun. He bangs the drum. We hear the drum. The neighbors hear the drum. Strangers walking past our house hear the drum. People who live down the street, around the corner, across the highway, right next to the construction zone hear the drum. You can’t not hear this drum. It’s. So. Fun. So so so much darn -- BOOM BANG BOOM BANG BOOM -- Fun. “Happy day-after-your-birthday, kiddo! We got you this very soft and incredibly silent stuffed hippo!” Let us never speak of the drum again.
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Written by
RobertaFrosty
F / El Segundo, CA
Published
Apr 16, 2018
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2m
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#parenting#motherhood#mom#momfail#kids#birthday#funny#humor
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