mush on slop

on thursday, after my lunch-hour-power-gym-treadmill time, as i dripped treadmill sweat (sorta like real sweat, but nastier) and headed for the shower, the "moms-and-kids" play group broke up and the breeders and the brooded over tumbled into the locker room.

Now, I generally scowl mightily when this happens, just because crumb snatchers are oddly attracted to me, especially when i'm red-faced and struggling with an uncooperative sports bra; and i want to keep them and especially their mothers far far far at bay. But, this time I had to crack a smile, because one of the cuter larva had started to sing a little ditty, over and over in that repetitive way that drives mothers crazy (and that I never outgrew...). I present below, the sweet child's most charming ditty:

would you like some
mush* on slop?
a dop a dop a doppity dop?
(tempo change, speed up)
mush on slop, a dop a dop dop
mush on slop, a dop a dop dop
mush on slop, a dop a dop dop

repeat

coda
mom of course had had it by this point and started the shushing and the usual distracting chirps: "jasmine (or brittany, or crestview or appaloosa or whatever the name was) look over here, jasmine, have you got your (panties, swimcap, juicebox, telescope, gasmask), jasmine don't get your feet wet, jasmine other people have to get by, jasmine ..... on and on. But the winsome and tiny entity would not desist, bless her little heart.

So, yours truly, being soft of mind and hard of heart, now has the mush on slop song firmly engraved in her somewhat limited brain. And now i pass it on to you. It's the least I can do.

*note: "mush" is pronounced the way kids pronounce it: to rhyme with "swoosh." NOT to rhyme with "flush."