notes from the crossroads of mother and father
Scene: Little Monkey is tucked into a room taking care of “business” in her diaper. Downstairs Girl Cousin enters, and squats down next to her.
LM: I’m having privacy.
DGC: Can we have have privacy together?
LM: Privacy is when you are by yourself.
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My partner and I have the same conversation with “business”, albeit without the diaper or the squatting. Did I just admit to that OUT LOUD?
that’s so funny. Julia asks for “privacy” too and then she shoves us out the bathroom door and shuts it on us.
Yes, and our chum LookyDaddy gets tampoons thrust upon him. [Spelling of feminine hygene product per F. Zappa, in “Flakes.” Looky for yourself, second-to-last stanza. If stanzas they be.]
Sheik Yerbouti has got to be the finest Zappa album ever. And “Flakes” is what I used to perfect my Dylan impersonation. I’ll sing it for you sometime.