Sometimes, on a random Wednesday afternoon, you just gotta dance. So we do
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
it was all yellow
This actually happened a couple months ago, and I keep forgetting to post about it. I want to make sure and write it up for you though Boogie, because it was funny and cute. Especially now that some time has passed.
On our flight home from our Easter trip to Las Vegas you, your Daddy and me were seated in the row of three waiting for everyone to finish boarding. You had just learned your colors, and "lellow" was by far and away your fave. Well lo and behold a man with the lellow-est shirt ever strutted on by us. Seriously, this guy might have had on one of the actual yellow jerseys from the Tour De France.
Do you see where this is going? I'm thinking you do. You immediately started pointing and saying "lellow, lellow." Your Dad and I tried to quietly agree with you "yes baby that is yellow, shhhhhh good job" and distract you with barf bags and Sky Mall magazines. But you were not to be deterred. "lellow, lellow, LELLOW" accompanied by now frantic pointing.
Well the man finally got past us and took his seat. Two rows behind us. OF COURSE he was only two rows back. And there was that yellow shirt, just shining like the sun. So what did you do? Well you stood up on your seat and turned around and pointed and screamed "LEEEEELLLLLOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!" Just like that, on repeat. By now this man's face was puce, a nice complement to his yellow shirt. I'm not sure how we eventually got you to stop, I'm guessing it involved raisins or goldfish though. But it went on for quite awhile before you did actually stop. I then spent the rest of the flight in fear that you would stand up at any minute and take up your lellow chant once more.
I wonder if that guy burned that shirt when he got to his final destination. If so, he should really thank you. That shirt was God awful.
On our flight home from our Easter trip to Las Vegas you, your Daddy and me were seated in the row of three waiting for everyone to finish boarding. You had just learned your colors, and "lellow" was by far and away your fave. Well lo and behold a man with the lellow-est shirt ever strutted on by us. Seriously, this guy might have had on one of the actual yellow jerseys from the Tour De France.
Do you see where this is going? I'm thinking you do. You immediately started pointing and saying "lellow, lellow." Your Dad and I tried to quietly agree with you "yes baby that is yellow, shhhhhh good job" and distract you with barf bags and Sky Mall magazines. But you were not to be deterred. "lellow, lellow, LELLOW" accompanied by now frantic pointing.
Well the man finally got past us and took his seat. Two rows behind us. OF COURSE he was only two rows back. And there was that yellow shirt, just shining like the sun. So what did you do? Well you stood up on your seat and turned around and pointed and screamed "LEEEEELLLLLOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!" Just like that, on repeat. By now this man's face was puce, a nice complement to his yellow shirt. I'm not sure how we eventually got you to stop, I'm guessing it involved raisins or goldfish though. But it went on for quite awhile before you did actually stop. I then spent the rest of the flight in fear that you would stand up at any minute and take up your lellow chant once more.
I wonder if that guy burned that shirt when he got to his final destination. If so, he should really thank you. That shirt was God awful.
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