Lesbian Dad

Gone fishin’ sneaky-post 1

When she’s all grown up, will she remember the Music Together class, where the sweet guy leading it has accomodatingly woven in “Hello, to the Babas,” after he’s sung “Hello, to the Mamas” and “Hello, to the Daddies”? I hope so.

What if instead she remembers the didgeridoo at the Farmer’s Market?

And if she does, will she remember it fondly, or with a shudder? Only time will tell.

[Didgeridoo sound clips aplenty for the didgeri-hardy here.]

back up that-away
Translate »