moosh in indy.

I’ll set the scene for you, a quiet friday morning, we’re full of eggos and fruit loops and came downstairs to watch some much anticipated Pooh! (because in this house Pooh! is always follwed with an exclamation point). While the moosh watched her Pooh! I went back into the sewing room to piece together a few squares for the quilt. the moosh came in occasionally to check on me to make sure I didn’t need her assistance. Now for those of you that have kids you know that strange dramatic noises coming from your kids when they are in another room are normal and you get to a point that when one is made you stop what you are doing, listen the mandatory three seconds it takes for kids to react and if there’s not a bloodcurdling scream or cry for GRAMMA! or MOMMY! you go about your business. Imagine my surprise today when I hear what sounded like the Liberty Bell crashing down on the Lincoln Memorial that quickly turned into the opening strains of YMCA. Yes, the moosh had somehow turned on the incredibly complicated stereo and 6 disc changer to “Super Disco Hits of the ’70’s” but before accomplishing that had turned to volume knob up to 32. I know I’ve always been curious what the stereo would sound like past 12, let alone 32, today I learned. the moosh came tearing down the hall so fast screaming MOMMY! that I considered entering her in Olympic time trials. After we turned the stereo off and slowed our heart rates back to a healthy level an odor started to fill the air. Yes, little miss scared herself so badly with the Village People that she had pooped her pants.