I know for instance that there are 12 steps making up the stairs in our house, 20 at the rec center, 12 going downstairs at the Woods Hole Community Hall, 7 leading in to the Woods Hole Library, and 14 leading from the first level of the library to the basement.
I especially like how they'll count the steps repeatedly - just in case the number changes.
We were on our way to the library this afternoon and there was general chaos ensuing in the back of the car. As I turned onto Old Palmer Avenue Led Zepplin came on the classic rewind satellite radio station.
Above the din I yelled, "listen up you guys. This is probably the most requested song of the last quarter of the 20th century."
"That's the 1900s," C corrects me.
"I know," I say.
"I know this song! Rolf Harris sings this," says C.
"This is the original," I correct.
After a few minutes I realize that entire back of the car is quiet Eerily quiet. It's as if everyone's in a trance. I check to see if they are all asleep but no one is.
OMG, I realize. Stairway to Heaven is the key to calming down my twins.
Either that or they were dreaming about counting all those stairs.
2 comments:
I love our kids count everything - can get annoying though, must try the stairway to heaven, wonder if it would put my two in a trance???
Ha ha! Just had a flashback of the scene in Wayne's World in the guitar store that doesn't allow customers to play that.
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