“Mamama.”
“Shshshshsh!” hushed John, thinking Will the kid ever grow up? Four moonths feel like countless eternities.
“MAMAMA!”
“Googoocoocoo,” John replied, eyes to the sky in f-f-f-frus-frus-frustra-a-ation!
“Fa. Fi malick ey ceam sol iddd ifeye coud ga si ffey!!!”
“Wha? Water?”
“Fi rrrrr de seye urrrr miwk!!!!”
John’s brain tried to process syllables, in vain.
“DUH MEE! DUH MEE!”
Oh, such strong lungs foretell a prodigious future, thought supernaturnal John.
“Peepoopapapeepoopapapeepoo.”
John smiled, his brain idling snail-like, amused by the passing sounds as by shiftyshipshaping clouds. Clods. A slow stain imparted itself spreading on the bedspread like ink on my page, ice on the lake. John thought too quickly through uncharted territory and dizzied.
“Ahhhh, peepoopapapeepoopapapahhh!” exclaimed the relieved delight mid delivery. Inspired, it added, “Orrrifissssexceetcodovum.”
John’s brain hurt trying to translate undivided baby babble while baby babbled on bib. He prodded the thick organic product with his wand, and roots sprouted buds and fulsome fruit bent the bough.
The world, once divided, he digested and made one, no two, for the kidney and liver work wonders in gooey rich browns and yellows and deep tooting bowels,
“Ffhfhfhfhffhfhprepreprepreprreprreprreput!”
And all the air became odoroxious methane or buttane.
John vigorously sniffed a plant having heard plants produce oxygen.
These urchins cannot grow up fast enough for me, he thought without moving his lips. Who knows how this boy happened to us?
“MWAMWA! PBABPAMA! Penissing es cod eeet fobiden meat demi errr mimemam mermimame meem! Utterussssss!”
John watched Rose remove the sopping moss diaper and compost to help the spiral of life along and noted his son beaming impartially.
“Hmmm. These mammaryan witchures have esoteric powers,” he concluded to excuse his wholesum ignorance.
