A Mommy Story

Since Cordy had to endure the torture of the doctor’s office today, I decided to trade in my good mommy points for some lazy day TV time. Two shots has got to equal two hours of TV time, right? Besides, we both needed some time to recover from the trauma of the doctor’s office: on the couch, with some Motrin for each of us (her thigh, my head), a juice for her, a soda for me.

(What, you thought I was going to say an alcoholic beverage? Nah, I prefer to drink off-duty.)

At one point, one of the characters on Oobi (talking hands, for those who haven’t seen it) was dressed as a wolf, well, as dressed as a talking hand can be, and was menacing another dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.

Cordy, now in front of the TV and enraptured with the talking hands, put her hands on top of her head, and exclaimed, “Ooooh nooooo!”

The sound that followed was a thump as I fell off the couch in laughter. Cordy spun around to look at me, and started laughing as well, sensing it was the right thing to do. She then gave a repeat performance, which sent me into fits of giggles again.

Why is this so funny, you ask?

Remember Mr. Bill, the clay man with bad luck on SNL? Cordy can say “Oooh noooo!” in exactly the same voice. Yes, my child is channeling Mr. Bill, and I couldn’t be prouder. Or more amused.