{WW}
involuntary/involuntarily
Mrs.
Brown was busy being a domestic housewife. She baked fresh raspberry muffins
with lemon flavouring for afternoon lunch for her family. She made a large
apple crisp for Sunday Dinner Company. Mrs. Brown even washed her floors and
wiped down her counter tops. It was indeed a virtuous day. When Mrs. Brown took
her last pan of muffins out of the oven she burst forth into song, involuntarily,
“My bonnie has tuberculosis, my bonnie has one rotten lung, she spits in a pail
by her bedside… and saves it for chewing gum…”
“What?
What’s that, mom?” Middle Brown asked quickly, one eye still trained on his
Black Stallion book.
“Dentyne,
Dentyne, delicious nutritious Dentyne, Dentyne” sang Mrs. Brown.
“Mom,
what was the first part that you sang?” asked Middle Brown again.
“Oh,”
said Mrs. Brown, “something just came forth from the dark recesses of my brain.”
Oh Jo! =) Isn't he the one who can repeat any song at will? What will you being hearing next?! I love your stories.
ReplyDeleteThis just makes me like you more.
ReplyDeletehaha he Would perk up his ears to hear choice songs like that bursting forth from his elegant, wonderful mother =)
ReplyDeleteDark recesses of your brain. My foot. :) :) :)
ReplyDeletenever heard that one myself! My kiddos wud've loved it!
ReplyDeleteMy boys are singing it after hearing it once! I can just imagine you girls belting those out in the right places years ago!
ReplyDeleteLOL!!
ReplyDeleteOh boy Im sure theres many more in the recesses of your brain!!:)) I remember sitting around a fire one eve and you and B sitting and singing song after song and my 5year old girl just spellbound!! Her mom just doesn't have that kind of song memory or something!:(
ReplyDeleteSo did you teach him the whole song then? ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, how fun and Jo-like. I was raised on songs like that. Or any made-up song. Or any modified song. A knock at the door? Mom burst into, "Who at my door is standing...entrance within demanding..."
ReplyDeleteAnd why do they not hear until they hear phrases like these and suddenly, they come running from all corners of the house half laughing, tumbling over each other in their haste. Mom, Mom! What was that song??
ReplyDeleteJO! I can just HEAR you!!
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! I love Mrs. Brown and her anecdotes. You should write a book!;)
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