An Infinite Number of Monkeys...
If you're like a lot of people, then you are wondering how in the world a six-month old is able to type so well. I am very precocious. But not that precocious. Most of what I write is dictated and transcribed by one of my servants. I sat down and tried to type this one myself, and this is what I came up with:
L,?zat ghb h nnnnnn /./.’?/,?>..’;
‘;.ll.t nk jbn b v bn [
axThey say that if you gave an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters and an infinite amount of time, they would eventually compose Hamlet. I need more monkeys.
By the way, I went to the doctor today and he said that I weigh 17 pounds, 3 ounces and was 26 and 3/4 inches long, for those of you keeping score at home. That puts me in the 75th percentile. Dad says that unacceptable because that's only like a C and that I need to do better. Mom says Dad puts too much pressure on me.
3 Comments:
At 12:57 PM, Anonymous said…
Delia, your my sunshine daydream! Your are like:
"Walking in the tall trees
Going where the wind blows
Blooming like a red rose
Breathing more freely
Ride out singing, I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine dayream
Sunshine daydream
Walking in the sunshine"
At 9:50 PM, lono said…
Dad says Sunshine Daydream is about a hippie chick. I guess that's better than the song about a woman who's a "Brick House" that Grandpa Bruce put on the CD he made for me.
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now.
At 8:50 AM, lesleymac said…
Wow Delia...you have grown.
Tell Dad not to worry about the "C" just yet. You have a while to go. Heehee Your doing fine.
By the way...try to be the Sunshine Daydream for now...worry about the Brick House when your older. Oh that's right, you won't worry about the Brick House, Mom & Dad will! Heehee
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