Captive Audience

Part of the job as the parent of an infant is being as entertaining as possible. The reason you have to do this, besides stimulating the baby, is to pass the time between feedings and naps without experiencing a meltdown. The other night, we put the Peanut in her new Big Girl Chair, which she is still a little too little for, and gave her a rare Palo Pinto House Pants House Band show. When I say she was a captive audience, I mean that in the sense that she couldn't have escaped if she wanted to. You can see from her expression and the drool on her shirt how interested she was in our band. Actually, I think she sort of enjoyed it for a while. She was treated to the unlikely combo of baritone uke, kazoo, and vibra-slap, doing a housepants version of Clementine. I bet that has never been done before. I hope we haven't killed any chance of her wanting to join the band. We are counting on her to be the cellist.