The Baby Show: Important Part of a Healthy Breakfast

Players: Brad, Gus, Ruby

Location: Kitchen, Breakfast Time

After pouring cereal out for the kids, Brad begins making breakfast for The Wife and himself.

Gus mostly ignores his food and watches Brad turn the burner on under a tea kettle and pull out fixings for oatmeal.

Gus sees a bag of raisins come out of the cupboard: "DAT! Eye want sum ov DAT!" {See here, I do believe that the inclusion of that particular item will make my dining experience far more enjoyable. Bring it to me.}

Brad, who has been unable to speak for several days due to strained vocal chords, gives Gus one of the The Looks: Politeness

Gus sits back in his chair a bit as The Look rolls over him: “Peas?”

Brad smiles and nods, bringing over the bag of raisins and dropping a small handful into Gus’s cereal. Seeking to quell any possible eruptions, Brad does the same with Ruby’s cereal.

Brad turns to put the raisins away as Ruby eyes the lump of dried grapes now sitting atop her partially eaten cereal: “BUT DADDIE!” She glances back and forth between her food and her father. “I don’t want them.”

Brad reaches up and puts away the raisins, giving Ruby a quizzical glance over his shoulder.

Ruby: “I don’t want these raisins, they are making my food yucky.”

Brad turns, makes a sympathetic face, puts a loving hand on Ruby’s head. He points with the other and makes a scooping motion toward his mouth.

Ruby starts to flounce around in the partially kneeling position she regularly sits in: “NO, I don’t want them, they are yucky.”

Brad grabs the tablet computer and opens up an app. After a few moments of typing, Steven Hawking says: “But RooBee, You are ee-ting Ray Sin Bran.”

Ruby: “But these are different raisins, I don’t want them.”

Seeing that this is about to become A Thing, Brad randomly pulls  raisins out of Ruby’s cereal bowl. Once he has ten or so, he makes the ‘There you go’ gesture.

Ruby: “The yucky raisins are out now?”

Brad rolls his eyes, and simultaneously nods and shakes his head.

Ruby picks up her spoon and begins to eat; Brad pops the offensive raisins into his mouth.

As Brad turns back to the counter, Gus points at his bowl: “Eye don’t want them inn deh.”

Brad spins around dumbfounded and throws his hands up. He gives Ruby a ‘This is your fault’ look, which she doesn’t notice as she shovels raisin bran into her face. Brad picks out yet more random raisins, and is about to eat them when Gus points at the small pile of raisins in Brad’s hand.

Gus: “Eye want dem.” {Oh, you misunderstand. I want those raisins, just not in my cereal. THOSE are my special raisins. Hand them over.}

Brad sighs and drops them on the place mat. Gus reaches for them and shoves them all in his mouth simultaneously.

Brad gives Gus The Look:Politeness

Gus, mouthful of raisins: “Vnk Mnn.”

The Baby Show: Defending His Turf.

Players: Brad, Gus

Location: The hallway outside of Ruby's Gymnastics classroom.

After getting Ruby into her gymnastics class, Brad and Gus walk out into the long hallway.

Brad: "Gus, would you like to go into the waiting room or play in the hall.”

Gus barrels down the hallway at full toddler speed, “HALLWAY!”

Brad trails behind slowly as Gus sway-runs down the rather long hall to the emergency exit door on the far end. Gus looks out the door for a few minutes.

While Gus is considering making a break for it, another parent comes out into the hall to let her son, Morris, play.

Brad smiles at Morris’s mom, “Hi.”

She smiles back, “Hi.”

Having fulfilled their parent-social duties, both parents go back to watching their kids play.

Morris sees Gus at the end of the hall and toddles precariously in that direction.

Gus turns and, recognizing Morris from previous hall play, moves to intercept. Gus hugs Morris. Morris’s forehead bashes into Gus’s nose, cutting off the hug abruptly.

Gus: “Whet’s wun.”

Gus starts off. Morris picks this up quickly and starts after, although more slowly. Gus slows down to wait. Morris is at his full speed when he gets to Gus, and Gus can’t get back up to speed fast enough. Morris takes the lead.

Gus bounds after him with a grunt: {See here, lad. Do not mistake kindness for weakness. Having traversed the breadth of this aisle, I am the master of this domain. I lead.} Gus grabs the hood hanging from the back of Morris’s sweatshirt and pulls Morris back.

Morris rebounds as if he suddenly came to the end of his tether and plops suddenly back onto the floor.

Brad: “GUS! No. That’s not nice.” Brad grabs Gus and brings Gus face-to-face. “You could have hurt him. Be kind.” Brad looks up at Morris’s mom. “I’m so sorry.”

Morris’s mom says: “That’s okay.”

Brad hears “That’s 1.”

Brad: “Gus, say you’re sorry to Morris.”

Gus goes over to Morris and gives him an awkward toddler hug: “Saw-we, Moe-wis.” {My apologies, chap. I should have informed you of my dominance of this arena, given our previously established friendship. No hard feeling, eh?}

Morris bats impossibly long eyelashes at Gus and runs down the hall toward the entrance.

Gus follows.

As they get to the beginning of the hallway, a mother comes in with her two boys and stops to talk to another mother who has just finished dropping her daughter off at gymnastics.

Gus’s run turns into a domineering strut. He approaches the two boys, coming up to only their chins.

Gus: {KNAVES! You think you can saunter in out of cold and lay claim to my dominion?} “NO!” Gus slaps the first boy on the chest with all his toddler might. The majority of the impact is diffused by the boys bulbous winter coat – the modern equivalent of child armor.

Without a moment to spare, Gus turns to the other boy: {Don’t think I am afraid of you either, sirrah. I may be outnumbered, but I am a man of will and passion!} Gus slaps the other boy on the chest as well.

Brad grabs Gus by the armpit and drags him over to the side: “What are you doing? You do NOT hit. Do you understand me?”

Gus: “Yeah.”

Meanwhile, the first boy comes calmly over to Gus: “I didn’t like that you did that.”

Brad: “Gus, say you’re sorry.”

Gus: “I’m saw-we.”

Brad, to the boys’ mother, “I’m sorry about that.”

She smiles, “They’re boys. It happens.

Brad smiles back and refrains from mentioning that Gus probably learned this from his sister.

The BabyShow: An Abrupt Ending

Players: Gus, Ruby, Ruthie

Location: Living Room

Ruthie: “Okay, kiddoos, let’s read some books.”

Gus toddles in from the other hallway: “Boo-k, Boo-k.”

Ruthie calls down the hall: “Ruby, would you like to pick out the first book.

Ruby: “YEAH!”

Ruby runs down the hall like a flat-footed T-Rex. She runs over to the book bin and stars flipping through the books.

Ruthie: “Ruby, why are you naked?”

Ruby (who is actually still wearing underwear) looks down at herself like she forgot she’d taken her clothes off, then: “because I’m inside.” She then pulls a book out and hands it to Ruthie.

Ruthie re-positions on the couch. Ruby climbs up next to her, as does Gus.

Ruthie makes a light concerned face when she opens the book: “Okay, Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss.”

Ruby laughs around the thumb in her mouth.

Ruthie makes her way carefully through Fox in Socks.

Ruthie: “…’Who sews whose socks? Sue sews Sue’s socks. Who sees who sew whose new socks, sir? You see Sue sew Sue’s new socks, sir.’[1] Gus, where yah going?”

Gus slides off couch: “Buk.” He toddles over to the book bin.

Ruthie continues reading. About a page or two later, Gus returns and hands her the interactive A Charlie Brown Christmas.

Ruthie: “Why is this book even out?”

Gus: “BUHK.” He slaps the book a few times.

Ruthie: “Okay, we can read this next.”

Gus goes off to play with a ball while he waits.

Ruthie continues to read Fox in Socks, sighing audibly when it is finally finished.

Ruthie: “Okay, Gus. Come on back. It’s time for your book.”

Gus comes back up onto the couch.

Ruthie opens the book: “A Charlie Brown Christmas, by Charles M. Schulz.”

Ruby: “I wanna press the buttons.”

Gus: “BUH-tone.”

Ruthie: “You can take turns.”

Ruthie begins reading the book. Every other page or so, there is a picture that indicates that a button on the side of the book should be pressed. The kids take turns pressing these buttons and listening to the sounds come out.

Ruby presses the button that results in Charlie Brown saying ‘Good Grief’ approximately 1000 times while the story is being read.

Ruthie starts reading the section where Charlie Brown attempts to decorate his tiny, sad tree and it poorly: “ ‘A look of horror  crossed Charlie Brown’s face. “I've killed it! Oh, Everything I touch gets ruined!” His head hung in defeat, Charlie Brown sadly walked away.’”[2]

Ruthie turns the page, only to find that all the following pages have been ripped out of the book.

Ruby and Gus look up at her expectantly.

Ruthie: “uh….The End…?”

Gus blinks a few times and then slides off the couch.

Ruby giggles around her thumb, then flops of the couch onto her feet and goes to steal whatever toy Gus just picked up.

Ruthie, thinking that the story is now hysterically dark, puts it back in the book bin.

---

[1] Dr. Seuss, Fox in Socks (New York, Beginner Books, 1965), pg 21

[2] Schulz, Charles M., A Charlie Brown Christmas: An Interactive Book with Sound (Philadelphia, Hallmark Gift Books, 2010), pg 35.

The Baby Show: She's gonna blow.

Players: Brad, Gus, Hope, Ruby

Location: Coming back from the park, the long way.

Brad, having gone around the long way to come back from the park, turns onto his street with Hope in the Baby Backpack, and The Baby Show in the double stroller.

Ruby turns around and looks up at Brad: "Daddy, I have to go pee."

Brad: "What, right now or can we make it home?"

Ruby pops her thumb in her mouth and stares at him.

Brad, knowing that Ruby has been having more accidents recently, expects the worst: "Ruby, you really need to go pee?"

Ruby nods: "and poop!"

Brad begins to run. From this direction, the entire rest of the trip to home is uphill. 

Gus: "YEAYYAW." {Finally, some speed! ADVENTURE!}

Hope is bouncing manically in the backpack, her stiff Frankenstein arms are out to the side, flapping: {Faster, I'm almost airborne}

Gus: {AGREED. I'm late for a meeting with the Daoguang Emperor! Get this Rickshaw moving, chinaman!}

Brad, huffing: "GUS! Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, Please!"

Gus: {My apologies! Just trying to be authentic to the period.}

Brad turns into their driveway and runs them up to the backdoor. 

He frantically unstraps Ruby and unlocks the backdoor: "Okay Ruby," gasp "go quick" gasp "to the potty."

Ruby stands and stares at him for a moment, then takes her thumb out of her mouth. "I don't need to go potty. I want a graham cracker."

Brad takes a few breathes: "Please go try anyway."

Ruby toddles off.

The Baby Show: Can't do this by myself

Players: Brad, Gus, Hope, Ruby

Location: Kitchen, The beginning of lunchtime

Brad deposits Hope in her highchair and straps her down.

Brad: “Ruby, would you like to play Starfall while I get lunch going?”

Ruby pulls herself into her chair at the kitchen table: “I want macaroni for lunch.”

Brad: “You always want macaroni. I think we should have something else.”

Ruby: “But I want macaroni because after lunch we will take naps and when we wake up we will have lots of energy and then we will go to the park and maybe the pool.”

Brad thinks ~ that was almost a coherent argument, I think. It was definitely an accurate order of events. Should I reward that?

Brad: “Okay, we can have macaroni.”

Ruby: “But while I wait for dinner, I can play Starfall.”

Brad: “Its lunch, but yes.”
Hope starts to fuss: {HEY, YO. I’ve been sittin’ in this chair for, like, 1 minute. Where is the FOOD?}

Brad: “It will be just a minute, Hope.” Brad pulls the computer over and starts up Starfall. “Now Ruby, remember that you can only play Starfall as long as you aren’t sucking your thumb. If I see you sucking your thumb, you’ll be done playing Starfall for now. Do you understand?”

Ruby, obviously believing that the question is ‘do you comprehend English in any manner’ says: “Yes, Daddy.” She then looks at the screen. “I wanna do Numbers.”

Brad: “Okay.” Brings up the numbers section and lets her go for it.

Brad puts a pot of water on the stove to boil.

Hope: {HEY. I know you prolly forgot I was here and all, but I could really use some food before I full on pass OUT.}

Brad: “I think that’s a little overly dramatic.”

Hope: {Oh Yeah? I’m tiny, and have a super small stomach. Also, I just learned to crawl, so I need my sustenance to keep up my mad crawling SKILLZ.}

Brad gets a carton of orange baby food and peels back the wrapper.

Gus has been contentedly doing something toddlerish in the living room: {Hark, is that a container of foodstuffs being opened?} He run-bumbles into the kitchen: “THAT!?  BITE!” {Father, I heard the emergence of some delicious morsel. Please deposit said morsel into my eating orifice, that I might sample it.}

Brad: “There is no way you actually heard me open this.”

Gus: {Au Contraire. I’ve found that, when it comes to matters of the palate, I seem to have keen, superhuman senses.}

Brad: “Well, that’s great, but this isn’t for you. Go play.”

Gus sees Ruby playing Starfall. {Ah, the interactive cartoon program. Delightful.} He pulls a chair out from the table and pulls his baby-body up onto it so he can take a closer look.

Brad begins feeding Hope, who squeaks and squeals anytime the supply of food is delayed for more than 3 seconds.

Ruby: “DADDEEE, Gussie is messing up my Starfall.”

Gus, who has belly-flopped onto the table-top in order to reach the keyboard, is pressing the PG DN key repeatedly: {I find the clicks of this movie machine invigorating.}

Brad: “Gus, get down.”

Gus gives Brad a measuring look and then slides back into the chair.

While distracted by The Baby Show, Brad has inadvertently moved the container of baby food within Hope’s reach.

Hope, grabbing the half-full cup and pulling on it violently: {WHAT UP, FOO! I got my own plan now. Gimme them yummies.}

Orange baby food is now all over her high-chair, her hands, and her onesie. Brad salvages as much as he can and cleans her up.

Ruby wails. Gus has bellied back onto the table and shut the lid of the computer.

Gus: {HA HA, The Day is Mine!}

Ruby, cry-wailing: “Dahdee, Gubbie dup die barball und cow tricam tray cucumbers bile irate Formica pony.”

Brad: “Ruby, its fine. Here.” Opens the lid back up and Starfall immediately pops back up.  Brad puts the baby food well away from Hope, picks up Gus and deposits him in the living room, closing the baby-gate.

Gus begins crying: “DADDEE.” {Why would you leave me in here alone? I just want to love you.}

Brad: “Really? Cuz it seems like you just want to torment your sister.”

Gus, still crying: “Daddie.” {I’m a young male. That’s how we show love.}

 Brad comes back to the table, but then notices the water is boiling, so puts in the macaroni.

Hope kicks her highchair with her ridiculous baby strength: {Get back over here or I will straight up break this high chair and come smack you.}

Brad finally finishes feeding Hope, then makes her a bottle and places it in front of her. “Knock yourself out.”

Hope grabs the bottle and puts it in her mouth. Brad turns. Ruby is a little zombie, staring at Starfall. Her thumb is in her mouth.

Brad puts a hand gentle on her head and readies himself: “Honey, you’re sucking your thumb. That means we are done with Starfall for now.” He hits Ctrl+f4 on the keyboard, and Starfall closes.

Ruby explodes: “AEHAEHAEAEHAEHAEAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEH”

Brad: “Sweetheart, calm down. I told you this would happen if you sucked your thumb.”

Ruby’s hair has begun to fan out and stick up, her face is splotchy red with tears. Dogs down the street begin barking: “AaAAaAAAaaaAAAaAAaAaAaAAaAAaaAAaaaAAAAaAAAaaaaAAA.”

Brad takes a few deep breaths and reminds himself that he is dealing with a toddler: “Ruby, if you don’t calm down, we won’t play Starfall anymore, because you can’t seem to handle it. Now breathe”

Ruby, gulps some air. “Eye juice billy wanatoe flay Barfly bile weigh core iMac Arrow knee.”

Brad processes that for a second: “Well, I appreciate that, but we agreed on the thumb sucking thing. Besides, you will get to play Starfall again. And the macaroni is almost done.”

Ruby: “Eye want uh bupple bow.”

Brad keeps from rolling his eyes at his daughter: “Okay.”

Hope: {Yo, dropped the bottle.}

Brad picks it up and puts it back on her tray.

Brad finishes up the macaroni. Brad puts Gus in his chair, then goes over to dish the macaroni into bowls.

Gus, seeing the macaroni, begins to cry: {I see that you have life-giving morsels, yet it is beyond reach! Are you some sort of monster?}

Brad: “You’re fine, buddy. It will just be a minute. It’s too hot still.”

Gus wails: {I am wasting away!}

Brad begins to sing the ‘Have Patience’ song. Gus calms a little.

Hope: {BOTTLE!}

Brad picks it up and puts it back on her tray.

He pours milk for Ruby and gives Gus his Sippy. Gus just cries louder, stubbornly refusing to drink it. Brad then puts out the macaroni. Gus slaps the bowl, sending it to the floor. While reaching for the macaroni, Ruby knocks over her cup of milk.

Brad breathes for a few minutes, loudly, through his nose.

Then he cleans everything up,gets more milk for Ruby, more macaroni for Gus, and sits down at the table  wondering if it is too late to get his old job back. Why did I think I could do this?

After a few bites, Ruby stops: “Daddy, we didn’t pray.’

Brad sighs: “You’re right. Go ahead and pray for us.”

Gus: “Pay!” and clasps his little hands together.

Ruby: “Dear Jesus, thank you for this day. Thank you for Daddy and Mommy and Gussie and baby Hope and macaroni and milk. Amen.”

Gus: “AWMN.”

Brad smiles a little: “Thank you, Honey. That was great.”

Ruby, very serious face: “Daddy, did you know that Jesus died?”

Brad blinks: “Yeah honey, I did.”

Ruby gets big eyes: “But he came back to life.”

Brad looks at her a moment.

Ruby takes a bite of macaroni and smiles at Brad.

Brad smiles back.

There is a small thunk under the table.

Hope: {Hey, sorry to break up this precious moment, but BOTTLE YO.}

The BabyShow: Quick Trip to the Market

Players: Brad, Gus, Ruby

Location: Local produce market

As they enter the store, Brad grabs a cart.

Ruby: “I don’t want to go in the cart.”

Brad: “If you can stay near me and be a good listener, I’ll let you walk. Can you do that?”

Ruby, apparently believing the question is are you able to walk: “Yes, daddy.”

Brad picks Gus up and puts him in the cart, and straps him in.

Gus: {Is this some sort of racing machine in which I need to be strapped down for my own well-being?}

Brad: “No, it’s a shopping cart. You are being strapped down for my well-being.”

Brad then speaks a curse upon himself: “Okay kids, we have 20 minutes to just grab a few things before we head to the Woodhouse’s to play.”

They begin walking through the store and before they even get to the first aisle, Ruby runs ahead to look at the bananas, cutting off several elderly people.

Brad reacts to this as if Ruby took an octogenarian’s cane and began beating the poor woman while she lay helpless on the tile floor: “RUBY, I told you to stay near me. Are we going to have a listening problem?”

Ruby, who believes that her ability to comprehend language is unimpaired: “No, daddy.”

The BabyShow makes it down the first aisle, obtaining bananas. In the second aisle, they stop in front of the plums.

Brad begins poking plums.

Gus: “THAT!?” {What are those things that you are prodding?}

Brad is considering whether Poking Plums would be a good band name: “Sorry, what?”

Gus: {Are we having a listening problem?}

Brad: “These are plums, Gus.”

Meanwhile, Ruby’s cuteness has been receiving rave reviews from people walking by, and that has made her forget all else. She runs around the corner of a produce aisle.

Brad: “Ruby, come back.”

Ruby comes back and The BabyShow marches on.

This continues for 4 more rows.

Finally, Ruby has been dancing (which for her is indistinguishable from frenetic monkey jumping), gets in the way of a kindly-looking older lady. The old lady smiles at Ruby, and looks up at Gus and Brad.

Brad grabs Ruby’s hand and pulls her back out of the way: “Sorry about that.”

What Nice, Older Lady actually says: “That’s quite all right, she’s adorable.”

What Brad hears: “You’re lack of parenting skills is only just overlooked because your children, while misbehaved, are cute.”

Brad picks up Ruby: “You haven’t been listening and you keep running around when I’ve asked you to stay nearby. I’m putting you in the cart.”

Brad puts her in the carts main basket with the groceries. As there is a sign on the cart saying not to place children in the cart this way, Brad is now convinced that he is a social pariah and will be asked to leave the store.

When Brad returns to the back of the cart, Gus is eating an apricot from the closest display case.

Brad: “No Gussie, we don’t eat the food right off the shelf.”

Gus grunts: {Well, that’s just ridiculous. Who puts food out where other people can see it if they don’t want it to be eaten immediately?} Gus takes another bite of apricot.

Brad quickly grabs the last item that he was looking for and then looks at his watch.

40 minutes has passed.

Brad quickly wheels the cart to the front. All open cash registers have lines. Brad sadly decides it would be quicker to just put everything back and leave. He does so.

They quickly leave the store and get in their car and drive away. It is not until 5-10 minutes later that Brad realized that they did not pay for the apricot Gus ate.

The Baby Show: Parent Paranoia

Players: Brad, Gus, Ruby

Location: McDonalds Play Place

Brad purchases the smallest, cheapest cup of coffee in order to be ‘legit’ and then ushers Ruby into the PlayPlace area.

Brad: “Okay, sweetuh, take off your shoes and go play.”

Ruby does so. Brad willfully ignores the sign that says that all children must wear socks-he has brought socks for neither of his children.

Gus, in the Backpack, slaps Brad soundly about the back of head and neck: {MALE PARENT, release me and allow me to go forth and conquer!}

Brad, who has a neck sunburn, winces: “HEY, ouchie. We need to cut your nails.”

Brad pulls the backpack off and unstraps Gus. Brad also takes Gus’s shoes off and hopes no one notices.

For several minutes, Ruby runs all around the structure, calling every so often to have Brad look at her and give her some sort of toddler encouragement.  Gus climbs up the first few levels before he reaches an area he can’t scale.

Gus: {MAN GUARDIAN, come and hoist me up this height, that I may continue to the summit.}

Brad: “I’m not allowed on the play set, Gusser.”

Gus: {Pish Tosh, when seeking grand adventure, rules are made to be broken. Now come, be a Tenzing Norgay to my Edmund Hillary.}

Brad: “Did you seriously just compare a McDonalds PlayPlace to Everest? I’m not coming up.”
Gus: {I’ll make sure that the National Sherpa’s Alliance hears of this and revokes your membership.} He begins clambering down.

Brad: “You do that.”

Meanwhile, Ruby goes down the slide and bumps into the same little girl for the 3^rd or 4^th time. They both laugh, so Brad thinks nothing of it.

However, on the other side of the room, a largish man stands and walks over. He has a minute or so conversation with the little girl in an Eastern European dialect. Rationally, Brad is sure that it has little to nothing to do with him or the kids, but irrationally he assumes the conversation is as follows –

Eastern European Father (EEF): “You should not let that little blond girl bump into you. She is obviously poorly raised, as her father cannot even afford socks.”

Eastern European Daughter (EED): “But daddy, I took pity upon her because, while she and I both have the blond hair, her father could not be bothered to comb hers. She is neglected and unloved, and therefore deserves every kindness from us.”

EEF: “I am proud of your kindness and generosity, but as your father and protector I must remove you from this place before this girl whose father has yet to clean her face today gives you some sort of disease from her dirtiness. Come along.”

EED: “As I have been raised correctly, I shall lovingly obey and come at your request, unlike these two wild children who have never been taught respect for their elders.”

The father and daughter leave and paranoid Brad drinks his coffee till they are out of the building, then immediately grabs a wet wipe and cleans Ruby’s face.

The Baby Show: The Great NapTime Adventure: Part 2

Players: Brad, Gus, Ruby; Buhn-Buhn, Monkey Wayne, Ow-Woe, Tigger, Woofie
Location: Gus’s Room, mostly.

---Continued from Part 1---

Gus eyes the furniture surrounding his bed. {Now let's see....}
After Brad’s adjustments to the headboard, the bed seems surrounded on all sides. The foot of the bed and one side are against the wall. The headboard is now become an impenetrable blanket-wall. The only hope of escape lies on the other long-side of the bed.

Gus: {So here is what we have, chaps. As you know, the south-west edge of the bed-plateau is blocked off by the baby-gate contraption. Most of the north-west corner is blocked my dresser-mountain, with the extreme north-west corner consisting of bedpost-spire and rocking chair-cliff. I would welcome any sage words on the predicament.}

Buhn-Buhn: {Listen, brah. I think I can speak for the group when I say that this is a mondo bad idea.}

Tigger: {HOE HOE, I think that adventure is always a good idea.}

Monkey Wayne: {Shut it,  Mr. Trouncy-Pouncey Pants.}

Gus: {I think I have it. Dad-Man has left the top of dresser-mountain bare. I believe I can pull myself up onto the peak, and then lower myself down the other side.}

Monkey Wayne: {Gus, I have to stop you there. I can’t condone that course of action unless you have some sort of climbing equipment, or at least a utility belt.}

Gus: {No time to dally, my hesitant monkey. Fortune favors the foolish!}

Gus comes up to one side of the dresser and grabs a side edge with one hand while reaching as far as he can toward the far edge. He then hoists his milk-belly as far up as it will go, and pushes off the child-safety railing with one foot. As he slides across the top of the dresser, he is able to grab the far edge and pull himself the rest of the way.

Gus: {HUZZAH! I have scaled the slopes of dresser-mountain.}

Ow-Woe: {What’s it like up there, young master?}

Gus: {It’s cold, the wind has a chill in it. Also, I find that I’m easily made short of breath, but the view is fantastic!}

The bedroom door opens violently as Brad comes running from the kitchen.

Buhn-Buhn: {It’s the fuzz. Act natural.}

Brad grabs Gus and deposits him forcibly back in bed. “NO Gus. Do not ever climb up there. It’s dangerous. DO NOT GET ON THE DRESSER.”

Gus: {I’m sorry to say that I have already fallen in love with the exhilaration of scaling the tallest peaks. In all honesty, I cannot assure you that I will not seek that glorious height again.}

Brad: “I appreciate your honesty.”

Brad moves the changing table mat onto the top of the dresser and adjusts it so there is little room for anything else.

Gus: {Well played, sir.}

Brad: “Now go to sleep before I lash you to the bed.”

Gus lies down and rolls over on his front, straight as a board, with his face completely buried in the mattress: (Muffled) {Boo mihn dis mowd, thuh.}

Brad closes the door.

Gus pushes himself up into snake position. {I do love a challenge.}

Gus stands and analyzes dresser-mountain: {Well, that’s out.} He walks up and down the edge of the bed several times.

Woofie: {WOOF!}

Gus: {What’s that, boy?}

Woofie: {WOOF, WUF}

Gus: {Really?} Gus goes down to the foot of the bed. There is a 2-inch gap between the end of the Child Safety Gate and the wall. {Well done, boy}

Gus turns around, drops onto his belly, and backs-up toward the gap. He puts his right chubby toddler foot through the gap and down onto the bed's frame. As he puts weight onto it and stands, the Child Safety Gate gives a little against his baby mass. He lowers his left leg down, but as left foot touches the floor, his right foot slips and his left leg falls through the metal bed frame, trapping him. He tries to free himself for several minutes.

Gus: {Well, gentlemen, I seem to have encountered a bit of a kerfuffle.}

Ow-Woe: {There is little we can do for you at this juncture, young sire. You seem bent on injuring yourself in some way, or at least enraging the leader of your aerie}

Tigger: {Just call out to Christopher Robin again there, chum. He’s always good for a hand and a bit of milk extract.}

Gus sighs, works himself up for good measure: “DAAAADEEEEEEEE, DAADEEE!”

Brad opens the door and turns on the light.

Brad: “Seriously, Goose?” Brad lifts Gus out of the hole and puts him back in bed.

Brad eyes the gap between wall and gate for a moment, sighs, and then rearranges all the furniture in the room.

When Brad has finished, the bed is in the same place, but the rocking chair has moved into the far corner, and the dresser has been pushed away from the large opening for the bed, making for a very easy entrance –and exit—to the bed.

Brad: “There you go. Run yourself ragged.” Brad turns off the light and closes the door.

Gus: {Lads, could this possibly be some clever ruse meant to throw us off our game?}

Ow-Woe: {Perhaps you wore him down.}

Gus needs no more enticement. For the next 30 minutes his runs in circles around the floor of his room, pulls open drawers, dumps all his shoes on the floor, gets his coterie out of the bed and spreads them across the floor, pulls out every book in his room even though it is far too dark to read and he’s illiterate.

Finally, Gus: {Well, chaps, I believe I am a bit tuckered. I believe I’ll just close my eyes for second.} Gus lies down on the floor directly in front of the door, squirms around a bit more, and finally falls asleep.

Brad has been in the kitchen, watching the unfolding of the nap debacle, unable to fully relax or start really accomplishing anything due to Gus’s constant potential need for saving.

When Gus finally falls asleep, Brad exhales: “Thank the Good Lord.”

He starts to stand up, when he hears a door open down the hall. Thinking that somehow Gus has suddenly woken and learned to open doors, he glances at the baby monitor. Gus is still asleep on the floor.

From down the hall, Ruby: “Daddy, I’m awake!”

Brad falls back down into his chair, huffing, and wonders how much gypsies actually pay for small children.

The Baby Show: The Great NapTime Adventure, Part 1.

Players: Brad, Gus, Ruby

Location: Gus's Room

The Baby Show has all gone down for a nap, and Brad is thinking of doing something productive in the back yard. He has a video baby monitor with him to check up on Gus and Hope.

Gus has been sleeping in a "big boy" bed for a few weeks. However, it is shoved up against the corner of a wall and furniture is pushed up against the long open side to keep him from getting out. The short open side is mostly blocked by the headboard, and leads to The Chasm - a point of no return.

Gus has been running in circles on his bed for 15 minutes, not showing the least bit of tired. He has fallen down twice, smacking his head directly into the wall both times - with seeming little effect. Monkey Wayne, Tigger, Ow-Woe, Woofie, and Buhn-Buhn are all in bed with him as he runs haphazard over them.

Gus: {HUZZAH! Come lads, join me in my revelry! The lights are out and we have free reign over this bouncy kingdom.}

Woofie: {WOOF!}

Ow-Woe: {Remember, young master, that we are but fabric and stuffing. We have no ability at motion without your assistance.}

Gus: {Quite right, O wise Ow-Woe.} Grabs Buhn-Buhn {Are you ready for ADVENTURE fuzzy friend?}

Buhn-Buhn: {Dude, you are really harshing my mellow.}

Gus: {Once more into the breach, Lazy Bunny!}

Gus throws Buhn-Buhn into the Chasm.

Gus looks over the headboard: {How fair you?}

Buhn-Buhn: {It is heinously dark down here.}

Gus: {Fear not, I shall retrieve you!} "DADDUH!...DADDUH!......DADDUH!.........dadduh?"

Gus: {Help is not forthcoming, I shall retrieve you myself.}

Monkay Wayne: {I don't think that's a good idea, Gus. There is no guarantee that you will be able to get back up yourself.}

Ow-Woe: {I must concur.}

Gus: {Pushah, There is nothing to fear except fear itself...and perhaps large, stuffed, fish.}

Gus squeezes himself between the headboard and the mattress, having to turn his head side-wise in order to fit, but he does make it into The Chasm.

Gus: {Victory is mine! I shall take a moment to reveal in my triumph and look around.} He spies a plug sticking out of a socket. {I wonder what this does.} Gus pulls the plug out of the wall.

Brad, who has been watching the whole thing on the baby monitor, is now forced to get up, as Gus has just unplugged the camera.

Brad opens Gus's door and walks over to the head of the bed and leans over the rocking chair that's been shoved there to keep Gus in bed. "Whatcha doin, Guster?"

Gus: {Exploring!}

Brad: "That's great, but you should be sleeping." Brad pulls Gus and Buhn-Buhn out of The Chasm and plugs the camera back in. "Now lie down and go to sleep."

Gus lies down: {Of course, so sorry}.

Brad leaves. Before the door is even fully closed Gus is up and moving toward the headboard.

Monkey Wayne: {Gus, don't go back down there.}

Buhn-Buhn: {Yeah, man. It's really a drag.}

Gus slows for a moment: {Perhaps you are right.}

Tigger: {HO HO, don't worry about it, Gusaroo! You'll be able to bounce straight out. What's a day without a little FUN!}

Gus smiles and wedges himself back through the hole in the headboard, but this time something goes wrong.

Gus, with his body through the gap but his head stuck in the headboard: {LADS, SOMETHING SEEMS TO BE AMISS!}

Buhn-Buhn: {Told you, dude.}

Gus: {Tigger! Help me!}

Tigger: {Don't worry, Christopher Robin will be along to help.}

Gus: {I DON'T THINK I HAVE A CHRISTOPHER ROBIN!} "DAAAAADEEEEEE."

Brad comes running in a second later, turning on the light. He quickly extricates Gus from his predicament and deposits him back in bed. 'See, goofball? Stay in bed."

Brad goes over to the closet and pulls out a blanket. He climbs over the headboard and drops into The Chasm. After several minutes, he has managed to wrap the blanket in such a way that is blocks off Gus's entrance to The Chasm.

Brad: "Okay, now stop goofing around and go to bed."

Gus, standing on the mattress: {Too Right, Good show. I'll do that right away.}

Brad waits a moment. They stand staring at each other.

Brad: "Gus, LIE DOWN."

Gus: {OH, right.} Lies down, but continues staring at Brad.

Brad: "Close your eyes."

Gus: {Excellent suggestion} Gus puts his toddler paws over his eyes. {There, all set. Good night.}

Brad sighs and leaves.

Gus waits a beat, then quickly rises and surveys the blanket covering his former escape.

Gus: {Well, that is no longer an option. How else do you think we can get out of here, friends?}

Monkey Wayne, Ow-Woe, and Buhn-Buhn: {GO TO SLEEP!}

Woofie: {WOOF}

Gus: {But SIRS, it has only just started to get interesting}

Gus eyes the furniture surrounding his bed. {Now let's see....}

--To be Continued--

The BabyShow: It's inappropriate to give the Look Of Doom to a toddler.

Players: Alex, Alex's Dad, Brad, Ruby

Location: Alex's living room.

Brad is standing in the living room talking to Alex's Dad when Alex comes running in, jumps up on the couch and stands next to his dad. There is a small, hushed exchange, then...

Alex's Dad: "Alex, is there something that you wanted to ask Mr. @Home?"

Alex stands on the couch and looks bashful: "Mr. @Home, I want to mawwy Wuby when I am a gwown-up man."

Brad crossed his arms and thinks for a moment: "What are you offering as dowry, Alex?"

Alex looks confused and glances at his dad.

Alex's Dad: "Well, I have an old pack-n-play we don't need, and I'm sure Alex could throw in his bike. It still has the training wheels on it."

Brad: "This is my only daughter, my eldest. I can't tell her mom I gave her away for a pack-n-play and a bike."

Alex: "I have gwahm cwackuhs!"

Alex's Dad: "That's right, we can throw in 3 boxes of graham crackers."

Brad: "I do love graham crackers."

Alex's Dad: "I also have a sword I can give you. It was an old birthday present, but my wife doesn't like having it in the house."

Brad's eyes light up, but before he can answer, Ruby runs into the room. Brad stops her.

Brad: "Ruby, Alex want's to marry you. What do you think about that?"

Ruby looks Alex over {His dad's a doctor and mom's a teacher, so he could be a smartie; If he takes after his dad, he could be taller than me; he's a middle child, so he should learn how to take orders; and he is a cutie.}

Ruby, who has been running through Alex's house all day like the Tasmanian Devil, is suddenly shy, standing with her head down and her finger in her mouth.

Brad narrows his eyes a little: "Well, Ruby, would you like to marry Alex?"

Ruby, coyly and a little breathy: "Yeah."

All thoughts of dowry fly out of his head and Brad has to remind himself that they are toddlers, which quiets the Over-Protective Mental Firestorm: "Well, Alex...when you get to be a grown-up man, talk it over with Ruby, and maybe you can ask me again."

Alex's Dad: "Is that okay, Alex?"

Alex nods and runs off to play.

Brad does some quick math, sighs, and discretely checks to see when his FOID expires.

The Baby Show: Every Morning with Gus.

Players: Brad, Gus

Location: Gus’s Room

At 6:30am, Gus has been making toddler noises from his room for about 10 min, a signal that he is not going back to sleep. In the baby monitor, he has been crawling and running all over his bed, which has been situated in the room so that he can’t climb out of it – basically it is a twin-sized crib.

Brad comes in and turns on the light: “Good morning, Man-Baby! Time to get up.”

Gus squints his eyes and throws himself away from Brad: “NO NO.” {I’m not ready to get up. I still have some important things to do here.}

Brad: “Well, it’s time to go. Don’t you want breakfast?”

Gus: “Behvest.” {You make an excellent point. Very well.}

However, before Gus comes over to be lifted from bed, he walks over to the far edge of his bed, where the headboard is, and points down: “Menkah.” {Before you go, you must retrieve Monkey Wayne from The Chasm.}

Brad comes over and looks down in the space between the headboard and the wall – about a foot and a half – and spies Monkey Wayne down on the floor: “What is Monkey doing down there?”

Gus points emphatically: {He was on an important exploratory mission, but I lost contact with him shortly after his departure and have been unable to retrieve him.}

Brad: “Fine, I’ll get him.” Brad contorts his body over the headboard and is momentarily upside down while he retrieves Monkey Wayne.

Brad hands Monkey Wayne to Gus. Brad: “What do you say?”

Gus makes the sign language motion for Thank you: {I do appreciate it, kind sir. Monkey Wayne should have some important information on whether we can launch an expedition into that area.}

Brad lifts Gus out and puts him on the changing table and begins changing Gus’s diaper.

Gus: “Bite-Min?” {I do believe that it is traditional that you provide me with a gelatinous multivitamin in the mornings. I would enjoy consuming it at this time.}

Brad retrieves the vitamin: “Look Gus, this one is a race car.”

Gus: “CAW” {I share your enthusiasm for delicious treats shaped like interesting machinery.}

Gus eats it while his diaper is changed. Brad then stands Gus up and puts a tank-top shaped romper-type outfit on him.

Brad looks Gus over: “Will you be lifting weights later at the gymnasium while twirling your handle-bar mustache?”

Gus looks at him quizzically: {I don’t believe I am quite familiar with the phrase.}

Brad: “You look like a 1920’s weight-lifter.”

Gus looks down at himself: {Really? SMASHING}

Brad lifts Gus up and opens the door.

Gus grunts and points: “Mehkah.” Brad picks up monkey from where Gus has dropped him and heads toward the door.

Gus makes a distressed sound: “Tig-guh.” Brad picks Gus’s Tigger-headed lovey from the bed and turns to the door.

Gus bounces his little toddler body and makes a chirping sound: {Stop trying to leave before you have collected my entire coterie.} “Buhn-Buhn.”

Brad picks up Buhn-Buhn the Floppy Bunny from the bed. He hands it to Gus, who is now holding all three dolls simultaneously in his chubby toddler arms.

Brad: “Really, you need all three?”

Gus bounces, almost dropping Tigger. {Of course. They are my entourage. They provide me with useful advice and witticisms. They are invaluable.}

Brad: “Really. What sort of advice?”

Gus looks at Monkey Wayne: {Monkey Wayne provides me with both financial advice and is my personal bodyguard, since –as you know- he is Batman.}

Brad nods and Gus continues: {Tigger advises me on energy and educational policy.}

Brad: “I’m not sure I quite get that latter option, but okay. What about Buhn-Buhn.”

Gus looks at Buhn-Buhn the Floppy Bunny and then back at Brad: {My good man, isn’t it obvious? Look at him, he’s adorable. He is, as the kids say these days, my wingman.}

The Baby Show: Pre-Chewed for Your Convenience.

Players: Brad, (Gus), Ruby, Ruthie

Location: The kitchen, The Living room, The Master bedroom

Brad is cleaning up in the kitchen, Gus is in the back bedroom with Ruthie, Ruby is playing in the living room.

It gets too quiet in the living room, so Brad steps around the corner to check on Ruby.

Ruby is in the process of stuffing something into her mouth. She sees Brad, gets a stricken look on her face, and FLEES down the hall at full toddler speed.

Brad: "Get back here!"

Ruby slowly trudges back and stands in front of Brad.

Brad: "What's in your mouth?"

Ruby inserts her toddler paw into her mouth and pulls out a white wad.

Brad takes it.

Brad: 'Ruby, this is the gum I chewed when I was running yesterday. Why would you want old, pre-chewed gum?"

Ruby: "I found it and I needed it to go running with the baby stroller and I will get all sweaty."

Brad: "Even if that is true, you don't chew already-chewed gum. It's GROSS."

Ruby stares at Brad blankly, obviously still coveting the gum.

Brad sighs: "Go play."

Ruby runs down the hall to the master bedroom.

Ruby: "Mommy, I ate gum that was already chewed up."

Ruthie: "Are you proud of that?

Ruby: "Yup!"