It’s 10 pm on a Tuesday night.
Do you know what your bump is doing?
I do.
Mine is listening to and watching a youtube of someone reading a story called Goodnight Moon.
As a Bump Carrier, everyone (and their mothers) felt compelled to tell me to start reading stories to the Bump.
Jay and I own a total of 0 children’s books. I briefly considered reading Bump the news, but was told (by the aforementioned everyone and their mothers) that the Bump liked stories with rhythm and cadence like Goodnight Moon.
I scoured the Internet for the text to read aloud to Bump, but BELIEVE IT OR NOT, you can find your father’s cousin’s long-lost childhood friend on Facebook, but you cannot find the words to Goodnight Moon.
Defeated, I finally found a video of the story for Bump.
Who knows if Bump heard or saw anything under all that fat (and a T-shirt)?
So tomorrow, I’m reading the Times.
Aloud. With rhythm. And cadence. And all. That. Jazz.
[cue jazzy hands]
Dun forget them spirit fingers…
Oooooh. Good one. Spirit fingers.