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September 26, 2007
This Is A True Story
I am in bed, nearly asleep, when I hear music. Quiet, beautiful music -- gentle violins, the hint of a piccolo. I assume it's in my head, that somehow my brain has decided to add background music. Perhaps the last few years of near-constant iPod usage has permanently burned a soundtrack into my psyche. But no. The music is too sophisticated, too good, to be coming from me. I get out of bed and begin wandering from room to room, searching for the source. It seems like it's coming from underneath one of the chairs in the living room. I get down and peek under the fabric curtain that hangs from the bottom edge of the chair: nope.
When I walk into the kitchen, the music becomes louder. I spot a portable radio on the table. Turns out you can set it to come on at a certain time. Then I remember that earlier that day the baby was playing with the buttons. I click it off.
It is baby's first practical joke. The first, I'm sure, of many.
Posted by teb at September 26, 2007 09:53 AM