Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Living in a State of Beep

Beep - it's the hot new word. Q's baby gym classmates (well, the moms, anyway) have been singing "The Wheels on the Bus" and he has a favorite verse.

The horn on the bus goes "Beep, beep, beep."
"Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep."
The horn on the bus goes "Beep, beep, beep."
All around the town.

We have to supply the rest of the words, but he contributes "beep" very nicely, with a horn-pressing motion.

Earlier today, SwingDaddy and I and heard an electronic (not child-related) beep and tried to identify it. Not my phone, not his phone, not the home phone. Another beep. Checked my computer, checked his computer, nope. Another beep. Not an alarm clock, not the toaster oven. Finally located the source as the GPS we'd hastily evacuated to a high shelf, to escape drowning in drool.

The Q-beeps are much more fun.

1 comment:

Mary P. said...

Those electronic beeps. Aren't they hard to track down? We have so many potential suspects, too: four cell phones (in one house!), cameras, microwave, smoke alarms...Something goes "beep", but at intervals too lengthy to really triangulate to find the thing, and you may NEVER find whatever it is. Then the batteries die, and you REALLY never find the thing!

I agree. Baby "beeps" are much more fun!