What is it about a sleeping baby that makes everyone be as loud as they can? Stepson feels like he has to yell when the baby is sleeping. He has to jump and stomp. He can't just go to the bathroom (which is near her room), he has to DANCE in the bathroom, climb onto the sink, jump down, slam the toilet seat, sing and yell to himself, and generally just talk as loud as he can. He takes special care to stomp especially loudly when walking by her room. All the while being told every five seconds to please be Q-U-I-E-T.
Guests don't get it either. They call. "Mind if I come by?" "Sure, but the baby is sleeping so please be quiet."
It starts when they pull in. They like to come in screaming off the road, so we get the loud crash bang of them pulling into the driveway. Then there's the nagger music cranked to full blast so we can to hear "BVVV BVV BVVV BVVVVV." Then the doors slam, repeatedly, because they need to announce their arrrive. And our front door sticks a little bit, which just involves pulling it slightly to the right when opening it, but no, they RIIIIP it open so there's a big snap.
Then they slam it shut, and even though it's a perfectly dry and clean day outside, they have to stomp their feet on the rug when they come in, and announce loudly "HEY DUDE!!!!"
/whisper
"Shhh...baby is sleeping!"
/yell
"OH MAN I'M SORRY I'LL KEEP IT DOWN!"
Then they grab my guitar and start jamming loudly on it.
Seriously, what the fuck is the matter with people!?!?!?!?!
Guests don't get it either. They call. "Mind if I come by?" "Sure, but the baby is sleeping so please be quiet."
It starts when they pull in. They like to come in screaming off the road, so we get the loud crash bang of them pulling into the driveway. Then there's the nagger music cranked to full blast so we can to hear "BVVV BVV BVVV BVVVVV." Then the doors slam, repeatedly, because they need to announce their arrrive. And our front door sticks a little bit, which just involves pulling it slightly to the right when opening it, but no, they RIIIIP it open so there's a big snap.
Then they slam it shut, and even though it's a perfectly dry and clean day outside, they have to stomp their feet on the rug when they come in, and announce loudly "HEY DUDE!!!!"
/whisper
"Shhh...baby is sleeping!"
/yell
"OH MAN I'M SORRY I'LL KEEP IT DOWN!"
Then they grab my guitar and start jamming loudly on it.
Seriously, what the fuck is the matter with people!?!?!?!?!
Comment